tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73701642011-12-21T09:30:35.391-02:00algumas poetrias que escrevo, outras vezes não escrevo, esqueço e vou..Bruno Carrasconoreply@blogger.comBlogger381100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370164.post-73130142926914104252011-12-11T16:12:00.002-02:002011-12-11T16:16:15.925-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tSI5ujywa5E/TuTyJoEhDNI/AAAAAAAAGYc/UHjXOXiuSKg/s1600/gato+da+alice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tSI5ujywa5E/TuTyJoEhDNI/AAAAAAAAGYc/UHjXOXiuSKg/s200/gato+da+alice.jpg" width="126" /></a></div><br />o gato linguarudo<br />falou demais<br />e deixou a Alice<br />toda perdida<br /><br />desde então<br />minha memória<br />tem sido&nbsp;sempre<br />uma fosta irreversível<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370164-7313014292691410425?l=poetrias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bruno Carrasconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370164.post-45775969750924908422011-06-05T11:26:00.002-03:002011-06-05T11:26:33.500-03:00fogo, água, ar<br />madeira, metal,<br />rocha..<br /><br />mas, principalmente<br />rio<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370164-4577596975092490842?l=poetrias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bruno Carrasconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370164.post-90460739111288722892011-05-31T00:43:00.002-03:002011-05-31T00:44:50.458-03:00<div style="text-align: right;">mais um..</div><div style="text-align: right;">em homenagem</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">ao resto do nada</div><div style="text-align: right;">a cinza do pó</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370164-9046073911128872289?l=poetrias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bruno Carrasconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370164.post-229689955092774872011-02-08T00:49:00.001-02:002011-02-08T00:49:50.927-02:00andei<br />saquei<br /><br />a palavra<br />estava me sufocando..<br /><br />agora prefiro o silêncio..<br /><br />tempos e tempos,<br />vai e vem..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370164-22968995509277487?l=poetrias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bruno Carrasconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370164.post-24461308214158085002010-12-11T22:30:00.001-02:002010-12-11T22:31:07.981-02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QaaiVVlxXCE/TQQXqvCL11I/AAAAAAAADoE/7BLM9spzSyc/s1600/stress_no_trabalho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QaaiVVlxXCE/TQQXqvCL11I/AAAAAAAADoE/7BLM9spzSyc/s1600/stress_no_trabalho.jpg" /></a>a gente trabalha<br />pra poder pagar<br /><br />a bebida<br />que nos faz relaxar<br /><br />pra livrar da chatice<br />que é trabalhar<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370164-2446130821415808500?l=poetrias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bruno Carrasconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370164.post-62317004075578078472010-11-09T17:23:00.001-02:002011-01-15T17:23:23.491-02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">debaixo do muro</div><div style="text-align: center;">debaixo da lama</div><div style="text-align: center;">debaixo do lodo</div><div style="text-align: center;">debaixo do olho</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />a calma plaina<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370164-6231700407557807847?l=poetrias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bruno Carrasconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370164.post-37312435024035715432010-10-15T01:18:00.002-03:002010-10-15T01:18:50.196-03:00quem anda<br />&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; anda<br /><br />quem para<br />&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; para<br /><br /><br />e eu nem<br />&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;sei quem sou<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370164-3731243502403571543?l=poetrias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bruno Carrasconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370164.post-25317251563793937742010-08-03T22:31:00.003-03:002010-10-16T22:39:52.391-03:00animais sabem viver, não pensam e não mexem com dinheiro<br />alguns seres humanos sempre exerceram poder sobre outros..<br />a gente tem que ser esperto o suficiente<br />pra não permitir que outros exercam o poder sobre nós<br />e não ser tolo o suficiente<br />a ponto de querer exercer poder sobre outros<br /><br />quem viver a vida<br />não precisa se preocupar com a morte,<br />os cavalos cavalam<br />enquanto as vagas regurgitam<br /><br />céu é aquela coisa que fica em cima da gente,<br />que a gente não pode pegar e todos falam que é azul?<br />uma boa mina que goste e gose, sem cobranças de amor<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370164-2531725156379393774?l=poetrias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bruno Carrasconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370164.post-45000591226568401652010-07-30T01:33:00.000-03:002010-07-30T01:33:09.989-03:00<div style="text-align: right;">um galho zumbi</div><div style="text-align: right;">franco da rocha assinado</div><div style="text-align: right;">lentilha, matilha, assíria</div><div style="text-align: right;">quanto ao tempo perdeu</div><div style="text-align: right;">enormes flambagens</div><div style="text-align: right;">de um assírio judeu</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">vive em la casca têra</div><div style="text-align: right;">de bis, amor</div><div style="text-align: right;">segura e solta</div><div style="text-align: right;">fão e pé</div><div style="text-align: right;">a missa regalo</div><div style="text-align: right;">de um linho sobrinho</div><div style="text-align: right;">repusca minhalma</div><div style="text-align: right;">avante trevilho</div><div style="text-align: right;">recuspa migalha</div><div style="text-align: right;">dumfilho maldito</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">a luz de vandrière</div><div style="text-align: right;">6 migalha pó</div><div style="text-align: right;">singacó</div><div style="text-align: right;">framboesa com milho.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370164-4500059122656840165?l=poetrias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bruno Carrasconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370164.post-55155293409524310802010-03-13T10:34:00.002-03:002010-10-16T22:39:56.646-03:00perma nente<br />ente<br />gente mente<br />permanente<br />gentilmente<br />mente<br /><br />parente<br />pé, mané<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370164-5515529340952431080?l=poetrias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bruno Carrasconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370164.post-40829037291413584452010-03-09T22:55:00.000-03:002010-03-09T22:55:58.126-03:00role o bambolê<br />e ele rola você<br />qualquer um pode<br />celebrar<br />o que?<br />quiser<br /><br />o ser humano é o animal mais loco mesmo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370164-4082903729141358445?l=poetrias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bruno Carrasconoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370164.post-79289939029363639962009-11-07T10:10:00.002-02:002009-11-22T01:07:06.693-02:00<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">eu meto<br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">eu me to em mim<br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">to em mim<br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">e to em mim<br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">meto<br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">eu metô<br />me estou em mim<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370164-7928993902936363996?l=poetrias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bruno Carrasconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370164.post-88415465757177320452009-10-28T16:03:00.002-02:002009-11-07T10:16:21.324-02:00água mole, pedra dura<br />tanto bate, quanto fura<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370164-8841546575717732045?l=poetrias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bruno Carrasconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370164.post-44832090288779401852009-10-25T01:05:00.001-02:002009-11-07T10:25:28.680-02:00vive na paulista<br />do doutor stu<br />or gi dia<br />fri gi da<br /><br />na vida niilista<br />é super racional<br />quem é bacana<br />é o woody allen, não eu<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370164-4483209028877940185?l=poetrias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bruno Carrasconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370164.post-21723961432197310372009-08-28T21:39:00.001-03:002009-11-07T10:29:28.230-02:00sala confortável<br />cadeiras macias<br />ambiente climatizado<br />informatizada em rede<br />copos descartáveis<br /><br />sala estranha<br />cadeiras elétricas<br />ambiente artificial<br />circuito fechado<br />corpos descartáveis<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370164-2172396143219731037?l=poetrias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bruno Carrasconoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370164.post-44587395196355770732009-08-16T14:10:00.003-03:002009-11-07T10:35:36.489-02:00tica ticas taco teco<br />tem<br />tato teme terra torta<br />tatu<br /><br />tara tetas tente terapias<br />tesão<br />tico teco taca toca<br />tudo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370164-4458739519635577073?l=poetrias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bruno Carrasconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370164.post-39282797290509054552009-07-18T13:54:00.001-03:002009-11-07T10:43:50.839-02:00<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"></span><br />fala cala<br />falo calos<br /><br /><div>cala fala<br />mala lama<br /><br />faca pelo<br />pato pata<br /><br />sapo casa<br />mata sopa<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370164-3928279729050905455?l=poetrias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bruno Carrasconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370164.post-34821342864184550542009-06-27T13:56:00.001-03:002009-11-07T10:44:24.030-02:00<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"></span><br />regabi<br />quases<br />thsq<br />unculk<br />scralbl<br />diaspo<br />gnea<br />knish<br />coti<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370164-3482134286418455054?l=poetrias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bruno Carrasconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370164.post-13461491024419319512009-06-23T13:59:00.001-03:002009-11-07T10:47:05.942-02:00<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"></span><br />casa árvore<br />você<br />eu<br />tudo<br /><br />se vai ou se fica<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370164-1346149102441931951?l=poetrias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bruno Carrasconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370164.post-82008046432969715532004-07-15T10:40:00.001-03:002009-11-07T10:48:29.528-02:00<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"></span><br />a arte<br />am plia<br />li-mi-tes<br />des plia<br />pli mites<br />-<br />com arte<br />arteia<br />an teria<br />anarca materia<br />...concentra.<br /><br />para<br />pensa<br />respira revira<br />pensa compensa<br />sem pensa<br />sentença<br />se tenta<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">se tenta se faz</div><div style="text-align: right;">cria</div><div style="text-align: right;">musica</div><div style="text-align: right;">pinta</div><div style="text-align: right;">asto</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">sem com</div><div style="text-align: right;">poes ia</div><div style="text-align: right;">quem faria?</div><div style="text-align: right;">poderia?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370164-8200804643296971553?l=poetrias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bruno Carrasconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370164.post-38947935369530326442004-07-15T10:11:00.001-03:002009-11-07T11:08:30.615-02:00retiram cartazes<br />retiram frazes<br />retiram aves<br /><br />mazes,<br />reviram cazes<br />retiram mazes<br />resfriam lazes<br /><br />chaves,<br />merilam fazes<br />letiram tares<br />metiram carcazes<br /><br />pares,<br />derivam mares<br />retiram chaves<br />meviram tardes<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370164-3894793536953032644?l=poetrias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bruno Carrasconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370164.post-76379996972036503802004-07-15T10:09:00.000-03:002009-08-16T10:11:15.332-03:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "><div>quem somos se não algo sem nós?</div><div>o que antes poderia ser pensado em vós</div><div>não tem mais o relevo de-pois.</div><div><br /></div><div>se ao menos o álgato pudesse ver</div><div>as visitas desvisas rosadas</div><div>acadas</div><div><br /></div><div>dispunham resgisas desturdam</div><div>remidas.</div></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370164-7637999697203650380?l=poetrias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bruno Carrasconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370164.post-1089691665057868952004-07-13T01:06:00.000-03:002004-07-13T01:07:45.056-03:00não sou poetra porque faço poetrias <br /> <br />faço poetrias, sim. <br /> <br />mas sou bruno.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370164-108969166505786895?l=poetrias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bruno Carrasconoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370164.post-24705568528089929712004-07-12T22:54:00.000-03:002009-08-16T22:57:05.275-03:00<div>a termante</div><div>catarse</div><div>comporta</div><div>silábio</div><div><br /></div><div>constante momento distante</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>hungria</div><div>permanente estrutura</div><div><br /></div><div>consenso</div><div>pretenso</div><div><br /></div><div>tenso</div><div>com</div><div>tempo</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370164-2470556852808992971?l=poetrias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bruno Carrasconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370164.post-63839431182512699032004-07-10T23:30:00.001-03:002009-09-10T23:35:06.369-03:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"></span><br /><div>disloxia</div><div>alexia</div><div>dislexia</div><div><br /></div><div>doxia</div><div>lexi - ca</div><div><br /></div><div>deslox</div><div>cocçia</div><div>cacçia</div><div>caxia</div><div><br /></div><div>lexia</div><div>desxia</div><div>saxia</div><div>cçia.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370164-6383943118251269903?l=poetrias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bruno Carrasconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370164.post-1089434979430353082004-07-10T01:48:00.001-03:002009-08-16T14:03:27.399-03:00caso eu fosse<br />- casar -<br /><br />o acaso do caso<br />pudesse ao menos...<br /><br />cau-sar<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370164-108943497943035308?l=poetrias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bruno Carrasconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370164.post-16034600050980160922004-07-05T10:47:00.001-03:002009-08-16T11:45:24.324-03:00<a target="_blank" href="http://nobru.galhos.net/livretos/poetrias.pdf"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QaaiVVlxXCE/SlD4rJGLVmI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fttIcScwfe0/s320/poetrias.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355053377003411042" border="0" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">a arte</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">am plia</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">li-mi-tes</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">des plia</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">pli mites</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">arteia an téria</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">anarca matéria<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(livreto para download em .pdf)</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370164-1603460005098016092?l=poetrias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bruno Carrasconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370164.post-1088959706287526572004-07-04T13:47:00.001-03:002009-08-16T10:43:08.260-03:00ficar só é bom,<br />que bom é ficar só.<br /><br />tinha me esquecido disso.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370164-108895970628752657?l=poetrias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bruno Carrasconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370164.post-1087756928699719172004-06-20T15:40:00.001-03:002009-08-16T10:46:28.929-03:00afunde<br />confunde<br /> para<br />respira<br /><br /> a funde<br />con funde<br />dis funde<br />re funde<br />para<br />pensa<br />respira<br />despira<br /> pira<br />revira<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370164-108775692869971917?l=poetrias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bruno Carrasconoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370164.post-41920343044395842002004-04-15T10:03:00.000-03:002009-08-16T10:39:37.607-03:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "><div style="text-align: right; ">quem cria</div><div>conspira</div><div>inspira</div><div>resfria</div><div>tardia calma</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>perante o som</div><div>respira</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>cria ... conspira,</div><div>e cospe!</div></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370164-4192034304439584200?l=poetrias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bruno Carrasconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370164.post-64932208767322881402004-04-05T22:58:00.000-03:002009-08-16T23:01:34.919-03:00<div>quem uteia</div><div>cantovais</div><div><br /></div><div>quirupe caleira</div><div>de um órgão jamais</div><div><br /></div><div>quem galupe</div><div>galopeia</div><div><br /></div><div>na noite eterna</div><div>dos cais</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370164-6493220876732288140?l=poetrias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bruno Carrasconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370164.post-1087704648658512642004-03-30T01:08:00.000-03:002009-08-16T10:44:36.745-03:00pessoas<br />perplexas<br />perversas<br />permitem<br /> omitem<br />perduram<br />percebem<br /><br />calam<br />falam<br />clamam<br /><br />que ist cê<br />ich jar<br />desplexas<br />condensam<br /><br /> sem<br />la calma<br /> con<br /> amor<br /><br />rosam<br />peram<br />pintam<br />sentem<br />plagias<br /><br /><br /><br />quando roubam<br />casto, alho<br /> viajam<br />integram<br />soberbam<br /> inflam<br /> permacultura<br /><br />riso<br />falho<br /><br /><br />declamam<br />reclamam<br />desclamam<br /> pasmam<br /><br />resguardam<br />"ismos"<br /> de<br /> cataclismo<br />tropicalismo<br /> humanismo<br /> socialismo<br />cristianismo<br /> catecismo<br />psicanalismo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370164-108770464865851264?l=poetrias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bruno Carrasconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370164.post-23506278495306159612004-03-25T23:01:00.001-03:002010-10-16T22:51:37.761-03:00<div>em minha adolescência,</div><div>adolesci.</div><div><br /></div><div>agora,</div><div>em minha vida "adulta",</div><div>adulteço,</div><div><br /></div><div>porém algumas vezes</div><div>adolesço.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370164-2350627849530615961?l=poetrias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bruno Carrasconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370164.post-91190131618677755172004-03-20T23:03:00.001-03:002009-08-16T23:05:00.769-03:00<div>prédio à menos do cal</div><div><br /></div><div>servante</div><div><br /></div><div>erra pula</div><div><br /></div><div>fax- símiole</div><div><br /></div><div>resbounde</div><div><br /></div><div>quem está no oposto?</div><div><br /></div><div>le monde pega</div><div><br /></div><div>chuvaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa</div><div><br /></div><div>raízes</div><div><br /></div><div>prédio em vento</div><div>sento</div><div>penso</div><div><br /></div><div>o que vale?</div><div><br /></div><div>traria?</div><div>(tirania?)</div><div><br /></div><div>inflamação</div><div><br /></div><div>com arte</div><div>informação</div><div>com arte</div><div>inflamação</div><div>com arte</div><div>informação</div><div>com arte</div><div><br /></div><div>comarte</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370164-9119013161867775517?l=poetrias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bruno Carrasconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370164.post-71142366643312682492003-09-16T22:57:00.000-03:002009-08-16T22:58:20.931-03:00<div style="text-align: center;">o homem cria novos meios para o homem</div><div style="text-align: center;">meios para o homem cria meios para oh</div><div style="text-align: center;">novos meios para o homem cria novos m</div><div style="text-align: center;">para o homem cria meios para o homemc</div><div style="text-align: center;">para o homem cria novos meios para oh</div><div style="text-align: center;">cria meios para o homem cria meios pa</div><div style="text-align: center;">cria novos meios para o homem cria no</div><div style="text-align: center;">meios para o homem cria meios para oh</div><div style="text-align: center;">novos meios para o homem cria novos m</div><div style="text-align: center;">para o homem cria meios para o homemc</div><div style="text-align: center;">para o homem cria novos meios para oh</div><div style="text-align: center;">cria meios para o homem cria meios pa</div><div style="text-align: center;">cria novos meios para o homem cria no</div><div style="text-align: center;">meios para o homem cria meios para oh</div><div style="text-align: center;">novos meios para o homem cria novos m</div><div style="text-align: center;">para o homem cria meios para o homemc</div><div style="text-align: center;">para o homem cria novos meios para oh</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370164-7114236664331268249?l=poetrias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bruno Carrasconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370164.post-48285198408445091382002-03-15T10:55:00.002-03:002009-08-18T11:04:12.885-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QaaiVVlxXCE/SoqzPZQ-P-I/AAAAAAAAAaI/b48iMqFw2Wc/s1600-h/ilusao.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QaaiVVlxXCE/SoqzPZQ-P-I/AAAAAAAAAaI/b48iMqFw2Wc/s400/ilusao.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371302582654222306" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370164-4828519840844509138?l=poetrias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bruno Carrasconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370164.post-52066483453082564092002-03-09T10:59:00.000-03:002009-08-18T11:02:42.971-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QaaiVVlxXCE/Soqz1woQ3UI/AAAAAAAAAag/hszwsoR_Uh0/s1600-h/papop.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; 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