tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25207905445387143172024-03-13T17:01:38.406-07:00o aço, o ninho & outras fragilidades... sou eu que me destruo nessa obrigação de viver. ( Dora Vilela )Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comBlogger87125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-6572485248036136692010-11-23T11:17:00.000-08:002010-11-23T11:18:37.876-08:00Resíduotodo 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.Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-49320216623934393462008-10-16T09:05:00.001-07:002008-10-16T09:15:02.356-07:00Boas Vindassou<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.Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-30352305070567032742008-10-16T09:04:00.001-07:002008-10-16T09:04:46.336-07:00soumetade medo<br />metade monstro<br /><br />o resto é massa <br />de modelar.Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-74665529433884760142008-10-16T09:01:00.001-07:002008-10-16T09:01:27.808-07:00Sequênciatão 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.Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-84024268916777101392008-10-16T08:59:00.001-07:002008-10-16T08:59:50.858-07:00Instanteum <br />rio infinito<br /><br />deságua<br />na <br />imensidão<br /><br />do <br />poema.Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-3501714964919450502008-10-16T08:55:00.001-07:002008-10-16T08:55:56.125-07:00Poemafoi<br />você<br />quem<br />disse<br /><br />tudo<br />que<br />sei<br /><br />de<br />mim.Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-12872312245606970932008-10-16T08:52:00.000-07:002008-10-16T08:53:12.513-07:00Sonoum <br />túnel<br />atra/<br />vessa<br /><br />o <br />Tempo<br />quando <br /><br />não <br />desabaWilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-18230352855803381452008-10-16T08:50:00.001-07:002008-10-16T08:50:47.616-07:00Simples assim...quando <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...Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-43242175502035170852008-07-24T11:37:00.002-07:002008-07-24T11:38:15.249-07:00Poéticajá no começo<br />da conversa<br /><br />transformo <br />nada<br />em<br />coisa nenhuma<br /><br />: ou<br />vice-versa.Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-80344781279653831122008-07-24T11:37:00.001-07:002008-07-24T11:37:31.155-07:00Saída de emergênciasem carinho<br />nem amor<br />falta luz<br />falta calor<br /><br />transformo<br />em cobertor<br />meu tapete<br />voador.Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-37084520843589868462008-07-24T11:36:00.001-07:002008-07-24T11:36:28.419-07:00LoucuraQuando te vi<br />pela primeira vez<br />- meus olhos<br />começaram a existir<br /><br />: arranquei-os <br />pra enxergar melhor.Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-17306448969095201142008-07-24T11:35:00.001-07:002008-07-24T11:35:36.882-07:00Poluiçãotodo dia<br />é um<br />espetáculo<br /><br />que o Sol<br />assiste<br />escondido.Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-27664823986399270262008-07-12T07:37:00.000-07:002008-07-12T07:38:09.411-07:00sóas batidas <br />do coração<br />drenando<br /><br />um mar <br />de silêncioWilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-19036282759652198492008-07-12T07:31:00.000-07:002008-07-12T07:32:26.886-07:00Quase 3:00 hs da tarde...e essa vontade<br />de fechar os olhos<br />apagar o sol<br /><br />e deixar o escuro<br />no escuro.Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-58987940204645945032008-07-06T06:45:00.001-07:002008-07-06T06:45:42.331-07:00Tramaquando 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.Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-37250777567694313562008-07-01T08:48:00.001-07:002008-07-01T08:48:27.265-07:00Resumo-respostaem <br />noites<br />de <br />sol<br /><br />minha<br />pele<br /><br />sua.Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-7109802267755686832008-07-01T08:43:00.000-07:002008-07-01T08:44:16.397-07:00Namoradossempre<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.Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-8703655883107465442008-07-01T08:41:00.001-07:002008-07-01T08:41:22.923-07:00Fruto - Delírioo deserto<br />é a casca<br />- o sol<br />o caroço<br /><br />o Oásis<br />é a polpa<br />: e Nós<br />os saboresWilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-83390347761474037622008-07-01T08:38:00.000-07:002008-07-01T08:39:22.696-07:00desAmorperdi<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.Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-7498204316602643502008-07-01T08:34:00.001-07:002008-07-01T08:34:43.199-07:00Amorsomos<br />um par<br />de Olhos<br /><br />na<br />paisagem<br /><br />somos<br />Um <br />do outro<br /><br />: a <br />PaisagemWilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-22562503882702724032008-07-01T08:32:00.000-07:002008-07-01T08:33:18.751-07:00Musasua <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.Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-87181974492560969792008-07-01T08:31:00.001-07:002008-07-01T08:31:26.565-07:00in finitono 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.Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-90489388506126709802008-07-01T08:21:00.001-07:002008-07-04T06:44:49.387-07:00Limitação IInão sei <br />onde <br />dorme <br />a palavra <br />Paz <br /><br />nem <br />como <br />acordá-la <br />da <br />guerra.Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-29550687241054481692008-07-01T08:20:00.001-07:002008-07-01T08:20:42.668-07:00Reflexotenho um silêncio<br />pra te mostrar<br />( no espelho )<br /><br />- quando o Sonho <br />amanhecer...Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520790544538714317.post-5885735489090586922008-07-01T08:18:00.001-07:002008-07-01T08:18:53.917-07:00Verdadeeu tenho um Sonho<br />pra te mostrar<br />( no espelho )<br /><br />quando o Silêncio<br />amanhecer...Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0