tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169131399870976292024-03-06T20:02:18.099+00:00Poesia Avulsapor António MR MartinsAntónio MR Martinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04617264920312557276noreply@blogger.comBlogger2213125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916913139987097629.post-47259298798873958872024-01-13T11:35:00.005+00:002024-01-13T19:57:30.970+00:00Futuro duvidoso<p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwEqNyLeGCOGcC4DC32YEyxICQ6MrSDiYnswbkbIdY67qO9jACkOxtS08zqpa7KaF8slwr8MUVAYaSb5ETijmgd8ISpuoJgUmoZUQyi9Lplk7h7BLBqDQqc8s1NW1der0YSmyYidXk8KiIfTuFC9GZdbPqH3CAjeT7Uoe9NKaDzcVIBUh5Rx5UYbSvXvg/s1200/Guerra%20de%20Gaza.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="612" data-original-width="1200" height="163" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwEqNyLeGCOGcC4DC32YEyxICQ6MrSDiYnswbkbIdY67qO9jACkOxtS08zqpa7KaF8slwr8MUVAYaSb5ETijmgd8ISpuoJgUmoZUQyi9Lplk7h7BLBqDQqc8s1NW1der0YSmyYidXk8KiIfTuFC9GZdbPqH3CAjeT7Uoe9NKaDzcVIBUh5Rx5UYbSvXvg/s320/Guerra%20de%20Gaza.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><div><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Cerram
os dentes pelo frio<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">que
investe com as lides do inverno<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">tremem
músculos da incerteza<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">pela
flacidez da rigidez de outrora<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">sem
pejo do sentir atordoado<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">dos
corpos que envelhecem.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Coroam-se
os sentidos das coisas<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">sem
se recolherem os parâmetros válidos<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">dessas
contendas<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">e
a escuridão aproxima-se a passos largos<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">num
tempo imparável<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">a
todos os estragos<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">uns
levianos<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">outros
adulterados<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">e
aqueles que são os da própria vida.<br /> </span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Os
tiros sem preceito<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">empobrecem
a ira dos desavindos<br /> </span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">e
a prepotência dos incongruentes<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">num
completo desalinho.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">A
riqueza exibe-se<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">e
a pobreza evidencia-se<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">nos
caminhos rudes da fome<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">e
das feridas jamais solicitadas.<br /> </span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">As
páginas da existência<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">estão
a acabar<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">e
a leitura dos versos dessa evidência<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">ultimam
a sua história.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Tudo
se transforma<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">mas
deseja-se que essa alteração<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">seja
benéfica à Humanidade<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">o
que tristemente<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">e
amargamente<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">não
se vislumbra.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">António MR Martins</span></i></b></div>
<br /><p></p><p style="text-align: left;">Imagem na net.</p>António MR Martinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04617264920312557276noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916913139987097629.post-22806448887418209482023-08-15T19:27:00.003+01:002023-08-15T19:27:38.745+01:00Há moscas e moscas<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZySO-pXUdjitcpoSo_E-1DZw02-TOddR0e2hjgNS8mrbDmb7ek19K_B8_gw-UxSAi17em3SY_S1yZc6TwFoYaBcb2WocIgFTj3tQBMHFiDa1ZB4jcUwIgz2MR-dTJUBiqy_VroHFdNlaDL2NPawB1-L3D1MEhRbfYIZ3ZsLn0qUrQRVSrNxeUYTIWIvk/s881/Mosca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><img border="0" data-original-height="545" data-original-width="881" height="198" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZySO-pXUdjitcpoSo_E-1DZw02-TOddR0e2hjgNS8mrbDmb7ek19K_B8_gw-UxSAi17em3SY_S1yZc6TwFoYaBcb2WocIgFTj3tQBMHFiDa1ZB4jcUwIgz2MR-dTJUBiqy_VroHFdNlaDL2NPawB1-L3D1MEhRbfYIZ3ZsLn0qUrQRVSrNxeUYTIWIvk/s320/Mosca.jpg" width="320" /></span></i></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Imagem da net.</span></i></div><br /> </div><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Salta
uma mosca perdida<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">na
magra cara de um homem<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">e
outra voa escondida<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">pelo
espaço onde dormem<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Poisa
outra numa orelha<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">ele
se irrita de forma tosca,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">franze
então a sobrancelha…<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">ó
homem estás com a mosca?!<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Responde
sem ter preconceitos<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">e
diz em sentido arrogante:<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">-
Vai-te encher mas é de moscas!<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Perante
tamanhos defeitos<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">deixaram
o local errante,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">ficando
vazio… às moscas.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">António MR Martins</span></i></b></div>
<br /><p></p>António MR Martinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04617264920312557276noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916913139987097629.post-35631146879317584862023-05-02T03:02:00.005+01:002023-05-02T03:02:55.297+01:00Longe<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_kUhp0WGdQZ5c09sRvYoarOVsWA-iGa512bbo_MmDcyoSbb7Wj7tLlopyZtWlemnBhDtrqsk3-06ns6B3VvvWK5gKMUk7eok-jQzvT_FovpOGxpdPlsga4oOlVvH9Ca5ZhBNViup7WlA2s0pgSXyyIaszn_-ES0lB4xb6yc4tBpG1YeOb98MVPLIb/s960/Macau%20vista%20da%20Taipa%20(noite).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_kUhp0WGdQZ5c09sRvYoarOVsWA-iGa512bbo_MmDcyoSbb7Wj7tLlopyZtWlemnBhDtrqsk3-06ns6B3VvvWK5gKMUk7eok-jQzvT_FovpOGxpdPlsga4oOlVvH9Ca5ZhBNViup7WlA2s0pgSXyyIaszn_-ES0lB4xb6yc4tBpG1YeOb98MVPLIb/s320/Macau%20vista%20da%20Taipa%20(noite).jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Macau visto da Taipa (à noite). </i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Foto de António Martins.</i></span></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>
</p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">A distância não permite<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">desacatos nas margens da intimidade<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">e o empolgante fulgor rareia<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">na passagem da intemporalidade<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">de todos os meandros dos corpos.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">A lonjura pressupõe ambiguidades<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">na ansiedade dos âmagos<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">e o rigor transcende<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">todos os condimentos<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">intrínsecos ao explanar do tempo.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">Para lá de todos os montes<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">mares e rios<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">restam os caminhos saturados<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">pelo percorrer contínuo<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">de um passado<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">que não atenua o distante.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">Há sempre um bloco de gelo<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">que se quebra calmamente<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">ao apertar dos dias soalheiros<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">pelo nervosismo quente<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">ou pela ânsia irreverente<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">dos raios solares expostos<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">a todas as circunstâncias.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">António MR Martins<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">Macau,
2023.02.03<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><br /><p></p>António MR Martinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04617264920312557276noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916913139987097629.post-1569497300815957702023-04-28T06:42:00.001+01:002023-04-28T06:42:38.959+01:00Uma boa noticia!!!<p> </p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">Mesmo
distante de Portugal, surgem-nos notícias muito agradáveis, como esta que vos
passo a informar.<br /> </span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">Recebi
um mail, oriundo do Brasil, do qual vos passo a indicar parte do conteúdo:<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">-
Alguém, em nome de uma editora que elabora livros para o ensino, me solicitava o
seguinte: “O editor gostaria de utilizar o seu poema “Tabela Periódica” no
seguinte trabalho para a área das Ciências da Natureza e suas Tecnologias:
Física, Química e Biologia, do Ensino Médio, Primeiro Ano”.<br /> </span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">O
livro terá o título (ainda provisório) de ‘Coleção Cidadania – Livro Integrado’,
sendo uma edição colectiva, impressa e digital, com o número de cinco mil
exemplares, para um prazo de 5 anos.<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">Claro
que autorizei a publicação, da qual, em breve, receberei o respectivo ‘pdf’.<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">Agora
a curiosidade da descoberta deste poema na net, pelos interessados, que ocorreu
no site Luso-Poemas, onde comecei a divulgar as minhas palavras no ano de 2008
e já o publiquei há diversos anos, naquele sítio, sob a condição de outro aspecto
muito curioso:<br /> </span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">-
Este poema, e alguns mais, escrevi-os segundo solicitação do meu filho, ainda
solteiro e a residir em Portugal (depois, algumas solicitações chegaram,
também, a partir de Macau).<br /> </span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">Houve
uma temporada em que o Gonçalo saia de casa para trabalhar, ou para ir para a
faculdade, e antes de o fazer, me dizia: “Pai, hoje escreves um poema sobre o
Lince Ibérico, hoje escreves sobre o cinzento, hoje sobre os Minérios não
metálicos em Portugal, etc… e um dia houve em que me indicou para escrever
sobre a Tabela Periódica, e aconteceu o seguinte:<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">Tabela
periódica<br /></span></b><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">Dispõe elementos químicos<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">discernindo comportamentos<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">em rácios bioquímicos<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">estando a eles atentos<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">de entre suas moléculas<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">dos átomos a energia<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">deles duvidam abéculas<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">entre textos de poesia<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">subentende-se a sensação<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">de tamanha felicidade<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">energia de ionização<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">ou electronegatividade<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">sabem-se as propriedades<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">sistemática disposição<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">entre tantas veracidades<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">raio iónico avaliação<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">são várias as suas séries<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">nos grupos dos lantanídios<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">onde
causam intempéries<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">ao encontro dos actinídios<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span></i></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">António MR Martins<br /></span></i></b><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">Valeu
a pena a insistência e, sobretudo, a brincadeira.</span></div>
António MR Martinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04617264920312557276noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916913139987097629.post-83013830665009153062023-04-08T16:21:00.004+01:002023-04-08T16:21:59.173+01:00Visita ao Museu do Grande Prémio de Macau<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgg-vG1VqcC7wYL0nv1kGAUbVQRO1espmgkSQY-no4VGMj-2Np5IZt2y-iujVccmP5NzhyYgfqZpNWVOKm4kHWgYE7_kcI7Rz2cJIY_yAkhRV5LvyqozJu9YnqT41JdY5e13MuF8S4VcQoUbSxp2ertlljBUbLfc2_7Pbx9JUe6NvyZhcpmXkY2Xi5/s511/Grande%20Pr%C3%A9mio%20de%20Macau.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="341" data-original-width="511" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgg-vG1VqcC7wYL0nv1kGAUbVQRO1espmgkSQY-no4VGMj-2Np5IZt2y-iujVccmP5NzhyYgfqZpNWVOKm4kHWgYE7_kcI7Rz2cJIY_yAkhRV5LvyqozJu9YnqT41JdY5e13MuF8S4VcQoUbSxp2ertlljBUbLfc2_7Pbx9JUe6NvyZhcpmXkY2Xi5/s320/Grande%20Pr%C3%A9mio%20de%20Macau.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Gonçalo Lobo Pinheiro / LUSA</i></span></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Gloucester MT Extra Condensed",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">Nos bólides a esperança<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Gloucester MT Extra Condensed",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">ou o narcisismo de cada conquista.<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Gloucester MT Extra Condensed",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Gloucester MT Extra Condensed",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">Os motores estão silenciosos<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Gloucester MT Extra Condensed",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">nestas máquinas em exposição<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Gloucester MT Extra Condensed",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">levando-nos para um imaginário<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Gloucester MT Extra Condensed",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">dos agridoces ruídos nas curvas<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Gloucester MT Extra Condensed",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">e das acelerações incontidas a cada linha contínua<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Gloucester MT Extra Condensed",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">sem desgastar as ansiosas emoções<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Gloucester MT Extra Condensed",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">dos sagazes e profícuos condutores.<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Gloucester MT Extra Condensed",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Gloucester MT Extra Condensed",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">Depois há os nomes<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Gloucester MT Extra Condensed",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">dos registos anuais em cada nova prova<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Gloucester MT Extra Condensed",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">na relevância historial de cada prémio realizado<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Gloucester MT Extra Condensed",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">e dos troféus ganhos<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Gloucester MT Extra Condensed",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">num evento com sessenta e oito anos de existência.<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Gloucester MT Extra Condensed",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Gloucester MT Extra Condensed",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">Tantos aplausos<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Gloucester MT Extra Condensed",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">tantas bandeiras<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Gloucester MT Extra Condensed",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">por entre a multidão da euforia<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Gloucester MT Extra Condensed",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">e o rebuliço de uma vitória em cada circuito.<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Gloucester MT Extra Condensed",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Gloucester MT Extra Condensed",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">Há por aqui pedaços enormes de múltiplas vidas<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Gloucester MT Extra Condensed",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">pelos laboriosos movimentos no asfalto<br /> </span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Gloucester MT Extra Condensed",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">onde os motores parecem trabalhar compassados<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Gloucester MT Extra Condensed",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">como deveriam bater todos os corações.<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Gloucester MT Extra Condensed",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Gloucester MT Extra Condensed",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">António
MR Martins</span></i></b></div>
<br /><p></p>António MR Martinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04617264920312557276noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916913139987097629.post-5533421172031728912023-03-30T16:49:00.000+01:002023-03-30T16:49:06.197+01:00Parque infantil<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtuCOIlDlhEl_LaOpaiGHxY9M0zfZECTihKCG4qqPBHzOTBr_uPAMr01WYe6oMao9o91FrxxKLs05iMvh4dZ5aVPjlZQphsHm_lx7kHSw6RIdv-tlfJ9ja4eDKMvykHGMEm6_Fp2rJGvaCUO05lPV1xJAmZ9Z1304R4HU4PqnEUt0XlHRti5cheeph/s225/Baloi%C3%A7os.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtuCOIlDlhEl_LaOpaiGHxY9M0zfZECTihKCG4qqPBHzOTBr_uPAMr01WYe6oMao9o91FrxxKLs05iMvh4dZ5aVPjlZQphsHm_lx7kHSw6RIdv-tlfJ9ja4eDKMvykHGMEm6_Fp2rJGvaCUO05lPV1xJAmZ9Z1304R4HU4PqnEUt0XlHRti5cheeph/s1600/Baloi%C3%A7os.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Imagem na net.</i></span></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">Giram conceitos vários<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">de pais e crianças suas,<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">os avós não são otários<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">e petizes almas cruas.<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">O Chen baloiça na roda<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">num desconcerto de bradar,<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">a Vitória está na moda<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">e o Yuri quer saltar.<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">A Sophie busca as cordas<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">que por ali não encontra,<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">Gonzalo mesmo nas bordas<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">Para brincar é do contra.<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">Tomás sobe escorrega<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">ao invés de nele descer,<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">Afonso descer não nega<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">mas também se quer esconder.<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">Alice tem seu proveito<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">de subir ao ponto alto,<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">grita sempre do seu jeito<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">para depois dar um salto.<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">Há quem procure escadas<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">outros túneis escondidos,<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">lugar dos sonhos e fadas<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">onde alguns vão perdidos.<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">Com tantos divertimentos<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">todos podem assim brincar<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">e por diversos momentos<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">não sentem o tempo passar.<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">Vêm meninos e meninas<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">ao parque da diversão<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">e as coisas pequeninas<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">lhes parecem imensidão.<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">Todos os dias neste local<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">as crianças harmonizam,<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">num fulgor sem ter igual<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">e elas com tudo brincam.<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT;">António MR Martins<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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<br /><p></p>António MR Martinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04617264920312557276noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916913139987097629.post-59347329508105679472023-03-29T07:45:00.002+01:002023-03-29T07:45:37.640+01:00Cogitações irregulares do quotidiano<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH4tzENGgLYJZgnvX8mQpBhJ11pg6L5O6Q99QA1uIrL1B-WG9jBa85Mhj5RdRhs_Z8ouL1WehKi-l44ykXxHqyw6XMKp-bQaXCANn3PZt4jU_NQXhQodLktGlMG8XykHbwN11quFhmCpM6Ap0cZPBozApRY2I66G3B6zjzXABq4GrRNR9fFWN7WkFd/s800/Mussolini%20e%20Hitler.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="800" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH4tzENGgLYJZgnvX8mQpBhJ11pg6L5O6Q99QA1uIrL1B-WG9jBa85Mhj5RdRhs_Z8ouL1WehKi-l44ykXxHqyw6XMKp-bQaXCANn3PZt4jU_NQXhQodLktGlMG8XykHbwN11quFhmCpM6Ap0cZPBozApRY2I66G3B6zjzXABq4GrRNR9fFWN7WkFd/s320/Mussolini%20e%20Hitler.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Mussolini e Hitler, imagem na net.</i></span></div><br /> <p></p><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">Aquecem as palavras loucas nestes dias<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">agudizando sentires de tanto peito,<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">dentro de parâmetros vis e hipocrisias<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">que tantos frágeis corações tem desfeito.<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">Ondas de fumaças espalham-se pelo ar<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">num aperto sôfrego que tudo censura,<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">a escuridão de antanho começa a pairar<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">com laivos raivosos mumificando a ternura.<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">Esfregam de contentes as tenazes de suas mãos<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">as fascizantes torcidas doutros seus irmãos<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">que fazem renascer chamas mortas e seu lume.<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">Abram os olhos e coloquem-se a postos<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">há mais coisas além das taxas e dos impostos<br /></span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">“há
no ambiente um murmúrio de queixume…” <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> <br /></span></span></i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span></i></div><p></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">último verso,</span></i> </div><p></p></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><b><i><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">Camilo Pessanha</span></i></b></div><p></p></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></div><p></p></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">António MR Martins<br /></span></i></b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">RAE Macau,
2023.03.29</span></i></div>
<br /><p></p>António MR Martinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04617264920312557276noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916913139987097629.post-3159442011875983582023-03-27T14:58:00.000+01:002023-03-27T14:58:22.440+01:00Fétida censura<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvCdt6_GBloa6dS7Xsv3Jshu5DL0SH1ctQ6flYcBQOqhwyY2TNxG1DRlmZQspmAIA0n_-8FDuC0CLviQDfibaovBnvjhKPb4aVe1KqKGOqctz-IFeh9A-oDwVZtL32mYFXc6nQj4O1wFGI-tdbBcmft0Z8bNCVZHAeLrfLuou9fvTysbmAvHkq4joy/s5184/1300%20-%20Ida%20a%20Coloane,%202023.03.19.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3888" data-original-width="5184" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvCdt6_GBloa6dS7Xsv3Jshu5DL0SH1ctQ6flYcBQOqhwyY2TNxG1DRlmZQspmAIA0n_-8FDuC0CLviQDfibaovBnvjhKPb4aVe1KqKGOqctz-IFeh9A-oDwVZtL32mYFXc6nQj4O1wFGI-tdbBcmft0Z8bNCVZHAeLrfLuou9fvTysbmAvHkq4joy/s320/1300%20-%20Ida%20a%20Coloane,%202023.03.19.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Coloane, na sua envolvência. Foto de António Martins.</i></span></div><br /><p><br /></p><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">Todas as palavras ficaram retidas<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">no ancoradouro do cais da solidão<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">entre as arestas do tempo<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">e a ondulação precoce<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">onde as margens consolidadas se envolvem<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">no intenso descoordenar<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">dos artífices da memória.<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">A validade é intemporal<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">perante a estranheza a tanta conformação<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">e as multidões dispensaram todos os valores<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">passando à existência<br /> </span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">de casos isolados na efemeridade.<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">Dizem uns…<br /></span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">“que
a memória é curta”<br /></span></i><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">mas mais quererá parecer<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">nunca a memória ter existido.<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT;">António MR Martins <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></i></b></div>
<br /><p></p>António MR Martinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04617264920312557276noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916913139987097629.post-8059401190979478982023-03-01T13:28:00.006+00:002023-03-01T13:28:55.874+00:00Fosse Lisboa agradecer ao Tejo<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijtHjW846bABrMGDs0eoM0PSmZwfig3imsn97Q6TnmkCXWvod79D-LQU03Jcewddbr8t9msBilvRv_kNoCnnd1cF-9KagAlMciSQSPf98FmTYka_25TbWl5Y8_Lg0msITbLNMHRLmHXu_q3GjxU067SQOAJgTYeAGf21qH7jVrpYce81UiAwWoYY_L/s960/Lisboa,%20a%20ponte%20o%20Tejo%20e%20o%20Cristo-Rei.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijtHjW846bABrMGDs0eoM0PSmZwfig3imsn97Q6TnmkCXWvod79D-LQU03Jcewddbr8t9msBilvRv_kNoCnnd1cF-9KagAlMciSQSPf98FmTYka_25TbWl5Y8_Lg0msITbLNMHRLmHXu_q3GjxU067SQOAJgTYeAGf21qH7jVrpYce81UiAwWoYY_L/s320/Lisboa,%20a%20ponte%20o%20Tejo%20e%20o%20Cristo-Rei.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Lisboa, a ponte, o Tejo e o Cristo-Rei, por Antonio Maertins.</i></span></div><br /><p><br /></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text", serif; font-size: 14pt;">Fosse
o mar desentendido<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text", serif; font-size: 14pt;">por
onde um rio lhe desagua,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text", serif; font-size: 14pt;">perante
percurso já esquecido<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "High Tower Text",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">em
água transparente e nua,<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "High Tower Text",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">como
singelo mar mais distraído<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "High Tower Text",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">pelo
rastilho do sinal da lua.</span></div><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "High Tower Text",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "High Tower Text",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">Fosse
espraiar desinibido<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "High Tower Text",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">pleno
de alegria que magoa,<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "High Tower Text",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">ante
o rumo sempre batido<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "High Tower Text",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">nas
margens de fertilidade boa<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "High Tower Text",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">ou
num provérbio pervertido<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "High Tower Text",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">de
pensamentos sempre à toa.<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "High Tower Text",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "High Tower Text",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">Fosse
esse mar um oceano,<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "High Tower Text",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">por
desígnio, o Atlântico,<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "High Tower Text",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">onde
a bandeira desce seu pano<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "High Tower Text",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">e
o fado ecoa seu cântico<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "High Tower Text",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">sobre
qualquer retorno insano<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "High Tower Text",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">ou
simples impulso quântico.<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "High Tower Text",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "High Tower Text",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">Fosse
último verso-poema<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "High Tower Text",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">frágil
ou forte, que não destoa,<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "High Tower Text",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">incansável,
distante seu lema<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "High Tower Text",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">de
aprumo eficaz por coisa boa,<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "High Tower Text",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">no
pranto de um Tejo que é tema<br /></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "High Tower Text",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">quando
se curva por Lisboa.<br /> </span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "High Tower Text",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "High Tower Text",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="PT" style="font-family: "High Tower Text",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">António MR Martins </span></i></b></div>
<br /><p></p>António MR Martinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04617264920312557276noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916913139987097629.post-78493284484407837952023-01-10T22:20:00.001+00:002023-01-10T22:20:32.850+00:00Vítor Cintra<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinKvJcBHEyU-qCFe3dnOB9VNY9MsxY3l_bYWwWibH4233eLkvIWKTggiFT4KoLWpfu1SPlM4SYHm_dveYViFKnSbuTmwrrPReFZ0elpCf-0Krk7cPHbSqNWrH06Cl6oVqnTPGYPk4Xd7SbnQv0TLIm57A-3S5dKAY3krQAzqaG7-Jx2TPI09BW1WiA/s2288/P1010016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1712" data-original-width="2288" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinKvJcBHEyU-qCFe3dnOB9VNY9MsxY3l_bYWwWibH4233eLkvIWKTggiFT4KoLWpfu1SPlM4SYHm_dveYViFKnSbuTmwrrPReFZ0elpCf-0Krk7cPHbSqNWrH06Cl6oVqnTPGYPk4Xd7SbnQv0TLIm57A-3S5dKAY3krQAzqaG7-Jx2TPI09BW1WiA/s320/P1010016.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Apresentação do livro "Memória das Cidades", de Vítor Cintra</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>e do livro "Máscara da Luz", de António MR Martins, em Góis, </i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>na Casa da Cultura. 9 de Junho de 2012. </i></span></div><br /><p></p><p><i style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">No dia do
82.º aniversário (10 de Janeiro de 2023) do nascimento do saudoso poeta e amigo
Vítor Cintra deixo-vos um seu poema. E como conheço esta bela cidade brasileira,
fica a mútua homenagem. Saudades, muitas! Até um dia, meu bom e inesquecível
amigo!...</span></i></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">RIO DE JANEIRO<br /></span></b><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Cresceste
no sopé do Corcovado,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Cercando
o Pão d’Açúcar e a Lagoa,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">A
ver subir nos morros, mesmo ao lado,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Casebres
dos mais pobres, gente boa.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Quem
te olha, lá do alto, deslumbrado<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Perante
uma beleza, que magoa,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Acaba
por ficar apaixonado,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Sentindo
que a paixão não surge à toa.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Nos
dias em que o vento está parado,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Há
sempre uma asa delta, que alto voa,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Planando
desde a Gávea a São Conrado.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">E
até de cada morro arborizado,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Todo
esse encantamento, que se escoa,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Nos
faz sentir num mundo enfeitiçado.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Vítor Cintra</span></i></b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">, in “
Por Terras de Vera Cruz”, página 9, edições Lua de Marfim, Colecção Lua Nova,
Outubro de 2013.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><p>
<br /></p>António MR Martinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04617264920312557276noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916913139987097629.post-46672494416499709032023-01-10T15:48:00.000+00:002023-01-10T15:48:19.984+00:00Os caminhos da Natureza<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYsE5TxJx-W8WWn_jA7imYMSDXdo7ZYnUnWZQ7ylslIY8pfKgQvu0OU0kkNLzwWJNhbwRioMp4yBbUSdVp6Wk1RT6LJ3LBWsAa9fyMyhemEP-qblW4faqwdV4v7PIEDfVM6vK1TzR2ooFT5CJ9ckzHsuCSvbfANd6Sveg2HUDgKDXLMPEONi1VMXrE/s800/Caminhos%20da%20Natureza.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYsE5TxJx-W8WWn_jA7imYMSDXdo7ZYnUnWZQ7ylslIY8pfKgQvu0OU0kkNLzwWJNhbwRioMp4yBbUSdVp6Wk1RT6LJ3LBWsAa9fyMyhemEP-qblW4faqwdV4v7PIEDfVM6vK1TzR2ooFT5CJ9ckzHsuCSvbfANd6Sveg2HUDgKDXLMPEONi1VMXrE/s320/Caminhos%20da%20Natureza.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Imagem na net.</i></span></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Não
olhes para mim desse modo,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">que
as andorinhas continuam a voar<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">à
chegada do inverno.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Não
fales para mim assim,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">que
o vento continua a galgar<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">penedos
e serranias.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Não
sorrias dessa maneira,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">que
a chuva cai mais forte<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">deixando
a ligeireza de antanho.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Não
me dirijas gestos desses,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">que
o sol queima quando se expõe<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">e
tudo esfria quando se encobre.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Não
me sobressaltes os sentidos,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">pois
a lua vem madrugar, suspensa na noite<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">que
antecede cada manhã.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Afinal
tudo está como dantes,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">embora
de forma diversa,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">e
as nuvens caminhando<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">segredam
entre si<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">que
as águas dos rios<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">correm
para a foz<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">que
lhes foi destinada.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Tudo
o que resta e tanto mais<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">é
a vida,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">que
nos acompanha.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span></i></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">António MR Martins</span></i></b></div>
<br /><p></p>António MR Martinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04617264920312557276noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916913139987097629.post-69766030738194002262023-01-03T15:28:00.004+00:002023-01-03T15:28:52.315+00:00Conceição Oliveira<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl-zBMb48L5tKMr48Xx4LSCfdGB4GxlXWJYVwJoXWnOXsTXiQdNeRqYimrz1XvahTfJjX-UFECJx1SoKYaWHr3fVEfuV4RDT8aCq9FPUyhznVh07INiqb-9I5cFGU0cp8Tdr61rE3kaoh83qo_o5m7Du88FJ97OAQyFjvo5KUoH9MZxTRQdguVI9zr/s1709/Capa%20do%20livro%20'A%20Palavra%20e%20o%20Fogo',%20de%20Concei%C3%A7%C3%A3o%20Oliveira.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1709" data-original-width="1248" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl-zBMb48L5tKMr48Xx4LSCfdGB4GxlXWJYVwJoXWnOXsTXiQdNeRqYimrz1XvahTfJjX-UFECJx1SoKYaWHr3fVEfuV4RDT8aCq9FPUyhznVh07INiqb-9I5cFGU0cp8Tdr61rE3kaoh83qo_o5m7Du88FJ97OAQyFjvo5KUoH9MZxTRQdguVI9zr/s320/Capa%20do%20livro%20'A%20Palavra%20e%20o%20Fogo',%20de%20Concei%C3%A7%C3%A3o%20Oliveira.jpeg" width="234" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Capa do livro "A Palavra e o Fogo", de </i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Conceição Oliveira, Modocromia, 2022.</i></span></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Californian FB","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">VII</span></b></p><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Californian FB","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Californian FB","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Meus
olhos,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Californian FB","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">abertos
à confluência<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Californian FB","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">das
mágoas,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Californian FB","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">serão
testemunhos desse abraço.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Californian FB","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Californian FB","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Rebuscarei
nas memórias,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Californian FB","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">as
mais sentidas,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Californian FB","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">irei
ao encontro de um sonho<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Californian FB","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">cumprirei
a saudade.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Californian FB","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Californian FB","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Saudade
dos nossos heróis.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Californian FB","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Californian FB","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Afastarei
as névoas<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Californian FB","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">do
esquecimento…<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Californian FB","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Californian FB","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Som
de águas como fundo<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Californian FB","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">e
passos determinados<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Californian FB","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">de
gatos – heróis,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Californian FB","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">trá-los-ei
até mim.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Californian FB","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">e
abril, será.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Californian FB","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Californian FB","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Californian FB","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Conceição Oliveira</span></i></b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Californian FB","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">, in “A Palavra e o Fogo”, página 31, segunda parte </span></i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Californian FB","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Aparajita;">– da saudade, edições
Modocromia, Colecção A Água e a Sede, Dezembro de 2022. </span></i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Californian FB","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<br /><p></p>António MR Martinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04617264920312557276noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916913139987097629.post-48135172335389491722023-01-01T12:03:00.000+00:002023-01-01T12:03:08.033+00:00Ano dos noves fora sete<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin1HVZCG2Dx5oRe4MZH4IQZ-Cm5IRM8el1SCb86Pc0mV0l2ztb96InxKvRlGJinwjPaRasAAIUgFSSsfeFqkc0E5_K8osOmZla3gSEdGTQB7Bc-QdekuFdTkbhMYiXVB7dEXB22hAPAwpMeX6SLGABcHlC9r1MZF63-6JBiHDHlbVhXlk_3QPLOllK/s800/Caminhos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin1HVZCG2Dx5oRe4MZH4IQZ-Cm5IRM8el1SCb86Pc0mV0l2ztb96InxKvRlGJinwjPaRasAAIUgFSSsfeFqkc0E5_K8osOmZla3gSEdGTQB7Bc-QdekuFdTkbhMYiXVB7dEXB22hAPAwpMeX6SLGABcHlC9r1MZF63-6JBiHDHlbVhXlk_3QPLOllK/s320/Caminhos.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Imagem na net.</i></span></div><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text", "serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Como
passam lestos os anos<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text", "serif"; font-size: 14pt;">sendo
seus dias catadupas de tantos sentidos<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">as
díspares horas rápidas efemeridades<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">os
minutos pensamentos contínuos<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">e
os segundos vias de ansiedade acumulada.</span></div><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Tudo
é efervescente a cada dia<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">desde
o acontecer malévolo<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">à
sólida correnteza benévola<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">que
a vida também tem<br /> </span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">coexistindo
com a infelicidade<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">e
a felicidade dos seres humanos.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Lágrimas
vertidas<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">e
gargalhadas exultando êxtases<br /> </span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">apertos
de mão, beijos e abraços<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">entre
estaladas e pontapés<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">que
o desenrolar da nossa existência<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">vai
acarinhando ou espezinhando.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">O
tempo corre indiferente<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">aos
dias de chuva e aos dias soalheiros<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">aos
ventos e às securas<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">às
guerras e à paz<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">ao
amor e ao desamor<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">à
perfeição e à imperfeição<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">ao
apreço e ao desapreço<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">à
ilusão e à desilusão<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">a
tudo o que nos rodeia e sentimos.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">E
esta envelhecida carcaça caminha lenta<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">num
pausado andar tímido<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">no
destino da foz da vida<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">com
os atropelos habituais<br /> </span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">e
as surpresas<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">que
sempre alimentam a esperança<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">que
nos dá a lucidez para este caminhar.<br /></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span></i></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">António MR Martins</span></i></b></div>
<br /><p></p>António MR Martinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04617264920312557276noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916913139987097629.post-51530416362149485982022-12-13T16:23:00.001+00:002022-12-13T16:23:19.562+00:00Lília Tavares<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxXYbaJYOl5MDTfuormgcVTo4TGCyonS9288v1Ky72AjSu2mlkF7cvN84NQY_CayZlFIc7Z8losXDb1aMCw8KXcDD-paEzncHiPHxT4maAX5QWZQ4G74iKgWVqvgemnMxUTdWRv9PRbX9OADFAlJert2WQSsNo999Nk5VSqjKhZbmlf-lcDYdOrspD/s1788/Capa%20do%20livro%20'casa%20de%20conchas',%20de%20L%C3%ADlia%20Tavares.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1788" data-original-width="1069" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxXYbaJYOl5MDTfuormgcVTo4TGCyonS9288v1Ky72AjSu2mlkF7cvN84NQY_CayZlFIc7Z8losXDb1aMCw8KXcDD-paEzncHiPHxT4maAX5QWZQ4G74iKgWVqvgemnMxUTdWRv9PRbX9OADFAlJert2WQSsNo999Nk5VSqjKhZbmlf-lcDYdOrspD/s320/Capa%20do%20livro%20'casa%20de%20conchas',%20de%20L%C3%ADlia%20Tavares.jpeg" width="191" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Capa do livro "casa de conchas", </i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>de Lília Tavares.</i></span></div><br /> <p></p><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Euphemia","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Euphemia","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">À SOMBRA DO SAL –
II<br /></span></b><span style="font-family: "Euphemia","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Euphemia","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Contigo
escutei os gritos das gaivotas no rochedo<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Euphemia","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">maior,
naquela que era a rainha das escarpas da praia<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Euphemia","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">verde.
Choravas.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Euphemia","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Porque
gemiam areias na solidão que mordias e os<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Euphemia","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">homens
voltavam nos barcos e pescavam a morte<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Euphemia","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">como
peixes sombrios.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Euphemia","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Sobre
o timbre dos ventos falaste em verso nas<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Euphemia","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">janelas
da noite em que o arvoredo se curvava sobre<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Euphemia","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">as
canções do mar.<br /></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Euphemia","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Euphemia","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Lília Tavares</span></i></b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Euphemia","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">, in “casa de conchas”, página 30, edições Modocromia,
Colecção Mão de Semear, Livros Lília Tavares, Março de 2022. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<br /><p></p>António MR Martinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04617264920312557276noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916913139987097629.post-86015062033092335802022-12-04T15:51:00.000+00:002022-12-04T15:51:05.365+00:00Epílogo<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixPsSD2fs7sUjjgUmPqgQ2o6CyeG4Nikdtk9nFlF9bZv5M5pElAesS_6unKgqDbqEa711T6orGUGysRI116InSZInTBPziy1T2FtXumIwGRlRWjnepcKB7rLu3Snpohbx5Cwodwh9RD1AvmR-4wNRRv0PA3Br-tCNjnP1RyfbzTx4FxRkXqYRVVfCS/s800/Ep%C3%ADlogo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixPsSD2fs7sUjjgUmPqgQ2o6CyeG4Nikdtk9nFlF9bZv5M5pElAesS_6unKgqDbqEa711T6orGUGysRI116InSZInTBPziy1T2FtXumIwGRlRWjnepcKB7rLu3Snpohbx5Cwodwh9RD1AvmR-4wNRRv0PA3Br-tCNjnP1RyfbzTx4FxRkXqYRVVfCS/s320/Ep%C3%ADlogo.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>´</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Imagem na net.</i></span></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Sinto
as dores da conformação<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">onde
a palavra já não mexe<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">e
o apêndice de cada verso<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">tem
uma fugaz presença<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">no
apagão das memórias<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">as
brancas inodoras<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">essas
permanecem<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">como
devaneio do seu estatuto<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">cada
princípio tem um fim<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">dizem<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">mas
não ultimem a palavra<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">ai<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">estas
dores não abalam<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">e
a resistência<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">não
tem a força de outrora<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">os
registos já não existem<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">e
a consonância<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">do
que já está feito evapora-se<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">sinto
as dores do conflito<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">das
gerações esquecidas<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">na
omissão de cada poema<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">os
laços afectam a mediocridade<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">sem
sentido qualificativo<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">e
em quantidades efémeras<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">tudo
é passageiro<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">ao
fim e ao cabo<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">ai<br />
</span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">como
as dores<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">penetram
em meus ossos<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">num
aguçado percurso<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">em
maldição exasperada<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">nada
parece ter sentido<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">ficam
as palavras apertadas<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">pelo
nó da discórdia<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">e
na envolvência do verso<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">que
anseia pela liberdade<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span></i></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">António MR Martins</span></i></b></div>
<br /><p></p>António MR Martinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04617264920312557276noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916913139987097629.post-66049968479143187242022-11-21T12:02:00.000+00:002022-11-21T12:02:14.420+00:00[a massa orgânica]<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHIhl6JPkICNODfMHsN_7WswHRwoxppAl9og6ZGtNhMft2RZhaNA6-z2YjT2Yg89lo-7Cm0KVbpVe5PNOctm70Ke0SSApM8azW103FCPMWKqMClDa6_sdTn1Q1UrktZ1Xznbn7c4mMfmTN80K86XuNRfWF24Bjjx1VZYZ0KnjqgJGwNAa3Qjf0G_oK/s600/Brumas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="397" data-original-width="600" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHIhl6JPkICNODfMHsN_7WswHRwoxppAl9og6ZGtNhMft2RZhaNA6-z2YjT2Yg89lo-7Cm0KVbpVe5PNOctm70Ke0SSApM8azW103FCPMWKqMClDa6_sdTn1Q1UrktZ1Xznbn7c4mMfmTN80K86XuNRfWF24Bjjx1VZYZ0KnjqgJGwNAa3Qjf0G_oK/s320/Brumas.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Imagem na net.</i></span></div><br /><p><br /></p><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">a
massa orgânica<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">nas
brumas se esfumou<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">das
ilhas<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">só
existiram os sonhos<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">revoltantemente<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">expelidos
dos ventres oprimidos<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">por
aí se fala à boca cheia<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">que
a janela da vida<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">jamais
fará sonhar qualquer criança<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">António MR Martins</span></i></b></div>
<br /><p></p>António MR Martinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04617264920312557276noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916913139987097629.post-36215867596508921692022-11-16T21:08:00.001+00:002022-11-16T21:08:15.335+00:00No dia em que se assinala o centenário do nascimento de José Saramago - 16-11-1922 / 16-11-2022<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgguIuZnU6QwXy_NtQhGOflAWFzEkVviPj7LVKQ0BgTsWk54GE_S0l25cMEdt3WHIeYWkCRR7V3fy9C4rbC82koGZeBS3QBfktM0A5VLM37p1xH5XjgmYWoberjxMf8jbyRMwoSb5yqm3rw3lJQMcI-amc46p_2BXNfRT0OWQuHigCbWyTazDcY3-d6/s1584/Capa%20de%20Sob%20Ep%C3%ADgrafe%20-%2010%20-%20Tributo%20a%20Agustina%20e%20a%20Saramago.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1584" data-original-width="1104" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgguIuZnU6QwXy_NtQhGOflAWFzEkVviPj7LVKQ0BgTsWk54GE_S0l25cMEdt3WHIeYWkCRR7V3fy9C4rbC82koGZeBS3QBfktM0A5VLM37p1xH5XjgmYWoberjxMf8jbyRMwoSb5yqm3rw3lJQMcI-amc46p_2BXNfRT0OWQuHigCbWyTazDcY3-d6/s320/Capa%20de%20Sob%20Ep%C3%ADgrafe%20-%2010%20-%20Tributo%20a%20Agustina%20e%20a%20Saramago.jpeg" width="223" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Capa da colectânea "Sob Epígrafe", n.º 10,</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Tributo a Agustina e a Saramago</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>no ano em que se assinala o centenário</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>dos seus nascimentos</i></span></div><br /><p><br /></p><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">“O
primeiro acto da função terminou, os adereços de cena<br /></span></i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">foram
retirados, os actores descansam do esforço da apoteose.”<br /></span></i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span></i><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">José Saramago<br /></span></i></b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">in “A
Caverna”<br /></span></i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span></i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span></i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p><br /></o:p></span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Cena última<br /></span></b><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">O
apreço foi distinguido<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">na
solenidade daquele dia<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">o
aprumo resistiu bacoco<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">na
raiz dos pés da solidão<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">no
nobel o centro da plenitude<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">e
da confusão estruturada.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Lanzarote
distancia-se<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">sem
apelo nem agravo<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">há
sempre um travo amargo<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">após
a decisão do veredicto.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Fica
a obra<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">contextualizada<br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">em
quaisquer situações<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">sem
medos, sem receios<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">sempre
aprumada<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">no
plano hirto de suas palavras.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Às
vezes o esquecimento<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">mergulha
nos anais<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">da
profundeza infinita.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><i><b>António MR Martins</b>, in Tributo a Agustina e a Saramago, da série "Sob Epígrafe", n.º 10, página 12, edições Temas Originais, 2022. </i></span></div>
<br /><p></p>António MR Martinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04617264920312557276noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916913139987097629.post-14180277286623894642022-11-13T16:00:00.000+00:002022-11-13T16:00:17.919+00:00Fosse Lisboa agradecer ao Tejo<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-CyTYuD3IOxQ99PxaDySl6sSrxS75PibZMwKXaFT3WaSHhY2XCwqL3QA_oi5bgIWLU-zglwaPZHh8kVb42m3UbE304AC27QkBwolePat7GTN6tv5y56I1R1SuXSm3zT9Nc_keUvYXM_QH7WK12HVViawH1nJxOThc6XJonzlbwEQ5loWNic7chEYX/s5184/136.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3888" data-original-width="5184" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-CyTYuD3IOxQ99PxaDySl6sSrxS75PibZMwKXaFT3WaSHhY2XCwqL3QA_oi5bgIWLU-zglwaPZHh8kVb42m3UbE304AC27QkBwolePat7GTN6tv5y56I1R1SuXSm3zT9Nc_keUvYXM_QH7WK12HVViawH1nJxOThc6XJonzlbwEQ5loWNic7chEYX/s320/136.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Lisboa e o Tejo, foto de António Martins.</i></span></div><br /><p><br /></p><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Fosse
o mar desentendido<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">por
onde um rio lhe desagua,<br /> </span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">perante
percurso já esquecido<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">em
água transparente e nua,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">como
singelo mar mais distraído<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">pelo
rastilho do sinal da lua.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Fosse
espraiar desinibido<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">pleno
de alegria que magoa,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">ante
o rumo sempre batido<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">nas
margens de fertilidade boa<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">ou
num provérbio pervertido<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">de
pensamentos sempre à toa.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Fosse
esse mar um oceano,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">por
desígnio, o Atlântico,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">onde
a bandeira desce seu pano<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">e
o fado ecoa seu cântico<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">sobre
qualquer retorno insano<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">ou
simples impulso quântico.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Fosse
último verso-poema<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">frágil
ou forte, que não destoa,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">incansável,
distante seu lema<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">de
aprumo eficaz por coisa boa,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">no
pranto de um Tejo que é tema<br /></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">quando
se curva por Lisboa.<br /> </span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "High Tower Text","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">António MR Martins </span></i></b></div>
<br /><p></p>António MR Martinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04617264920312557276noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916913139987097629.post-78088919269400843922022-10-20T17:09:00.003+01:002022-10-20T17:09:55.975+01:00[a árvore seria miragem]<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDaJ4xb-xJQV_oq0mBxBjEkrc_E2kDvoJ-BBIJJJ2b0J5IyOR8XWcezgI3hsR5psqyzqS0WsPo0jtXqxJhrcj8ETe-vwHGdxCFMl3Lf02_iUztyrqvFyW4BrethViuMGzpoi0ehh-4HJujaYgvx-0bLJpVxShSIjQ3_fj6bQK0PTa0INWE537vb-GP/s600/%C3%A1rvore.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="392" data-original-width="600" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDaJ4xb-xJQV_oq0mBxBjEkrc_E2kDvoJ-BBIJJJ2b0J5IyOR8XWcezgI3hsR5psqyzqS0WsPo0jtXqxJhrcj8ETe-vwHGdxCFMl3Lf02_iUztyrqvFyW4BrethViuMGzpoi0ehh-4HJujaYgvx-0bLJpVxShSIjQ3_fj6bQK0PTa0INWE537vb-GP/s320/%C3%A1rvore.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Imagem na net.</i></span></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">a
árvore seria miragem<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">em
retrato transparente<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">nas
paredes esquecidas<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">porque
a árvore não existe<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">no
lar perdido<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">onde
não habita o olhar</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><i><b>António MR Martins</b></i></span></div>
<br /><p></p>António MR Martinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04617264920312557276noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916913139987097629.post-8703391805633049012022-10-17T17:24:00.003+01:002022-10-17T17:24:35.650+01:00<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">Se a palavra é proibida<br /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">os sons estão impedidos de voar.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><i><b>António MR Martins</b></i></div>António MR Martinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04617264920312557276noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916913139987097629.post-44038134904485843562022-10-17T17:22:00.000+01:002022-10-17T17:22:16.624+01:00[nunca colherei da primavera]<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB5x6mlnedMdyqcBO01tJ6NDlgwAsOZ-JZCabh3P17_eT8od9os-9_-Lk0RsU6Zop40hGri2UOFOP3NL1L8ETpbqsBvYcLFCAc7z-8HB8V6QrETAv9qKYbyT5_8klqMGCoQV9LDcMqvaZVys3p7Rv4-TqORc2REfWq0ILs-KkHB6wnxFdhM45IYFqL/s600/outono.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="600" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB5x6mlnedMdyqcBO01tJ6NDlgwAsOZ-JZCabh3P17_eT8od9os-9_-Lk0RsU6Zop40hGri2UOFOP3NL1L8ETpbqsBvYcLFCAc7z-8HB8V6QrETAv9qKYbyT5_8klqMGCoQV9LDcMqvaZVys3p7Rv4-TqORc2REfWq0ILs-KkHB6wnxFdhM45IYFqL/s320/outono.webp" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Imagem na net</i></span></div><br /> <p></p><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">nunca
colherei da primavera<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">os
cheiros dos versos<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">inexistentes<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">nem
uma folha pousada<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">em
meados de um Outono<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">neste
chão em que me perdi</span></div>
<br /><p></p><p><i><b>António MR Martins</b></i></p>António MR Martinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04617264920312557276noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916913139987097629.post-11003554462495100992022-10-08T12:14:00.001+01:002022-10-08T12:14:19.390+01:00J. Coelho Bação<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX0X3zn9qhbsSTK029xkZfL3GU1IqKh37wEyRzzDR4rIxgs50xGwLTcf4i3zSBk6dbeJ7DnUZZfLNnlw-3o2quuGppMlljRs1M7bo_b4CrkUpycwVLwBpfUH2TrRMfurCW1atpuDMmRQt_nPbt4yn3b_UxSyDVH_xPxHvmt-q76qfZ_2UY0HCDNKW7/s1619/Capa%20do%20livro%20'Caminhada',%20de%20J.%20Coelho%20Ba%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1619" data-original-width="1128" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX0X3zn9qhbsSTK029xkZfL3GU1IqKh37wEyRzzDR4rIxgs50xGwLTcf4i3zSBk6dbeJ7DnUZZfLNnlw-3o2quuGppMlljRs1M7bo_b4CrkUpycwVLwBpfUH2TrRMfurCW1atpuDMmRQt_nPbt4yn3b_UxSyDVH_xPxHvmt-q76qfZ_2UY0HCDNKW7/s320/Capa%20do%20livro%20'Caminhada',%20de%20J.%20Coelho%20Ba%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpeg" width="223" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Capa do livro "Caminhada", de J. Coelho Bação</i></span></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Euphemia","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: David;">REGRESSO<br /></span></b><span style="font-family: "Euphemia","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: David;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Euphemia","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: David;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Euphemia","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: David;">Quando o
passado à mente aflora,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Euphemia","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: David;">Consultamos nossa
história em pensamento;<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Euphemia","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: David;">Regressando ao
passado nessa hora,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Euphemia","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: David;">Evitamos, que
algo caia em esquecimento.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Euphemia","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: David;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Euphemia","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: David;">E recordando as
imagens, que vivemos,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Euphemia","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: David;">Das conquistas,
que fizemos, com saber;<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Euphemia","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: David;">Somamos tempo à
vida, que tivemos;<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Euphemia","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: David;">Solucionando e
existindo com prazer.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Euphemia","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: David;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Euphemia","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: David;">Mas quando a
dor preciso é, de assinalar<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Euphemia","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: David;">E marcar com
firmeza a consistência;<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Euphemia","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: David;">Levamos em
pensamento o amor; para afirmar,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Euphemia","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: David;">Que tudo, o que
tivemos subsiste em permanência.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Euphemia","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: David;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Euphemia","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: David;">Nada se apaga. Tudo
nos marca, nada se olvida.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Euphemia","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: David;">Tudo isto, é
somatório do viver. É tudo isto a própria vida.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Euphemia","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: David;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Euphemia","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: David;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Euphemia","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: David;">J. Coelho Bação</span></i></b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Euphemia","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: David;">, in “Caminhada”, pág. 39, Temas
e Poemas 4, edições Câmara Municipal de Mourão.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<br /><p></p>António MR Martinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04617264920312557276noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916913139987097629.post-45670495906668677212022-10-06T14:25:00.001+01:002022-10-06T14:25:21.287+01:00[este chão não mereço]<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg-iROkXZLIe89G3f6_coLNh_0kRtPAl2Egy_fEbmBkpjhuwzMSHqmX5N1JPDn9hbRKHqKoLjsRz1B1zLLMyMdHsP5GGIh72mcOtYXJ5n0pzxgn_T_nwLPA8DioNyKqDi9MBHdxGhBFyznB5YfPpeu8P5mrAwT1x2hUqd-fVE4139Tx3zAhcrZOtAu/s1600/Ch%C3%A3o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg-iROkXZLIe89G3f6_coLNh_0kRtPAl2Egy_fEbmBkpjhuwzMSHqmX5N1JPDn9hbRKHqKoLjsRz1B1zLLMyMdHsP5GGIh72mcOtYXJ5n0pzxgn_T_nwLPA8DioNyKqDi9MBHdxGhBFyznB5YfPpeu8P5mrAwT1x2hUqd-fVE4139Tx3zAhcrZOtAu/s320/Ch%C3%A3o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Imagem da net.</i></span></div><br /> <p></p><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">este
chão não mereço<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">nem
a palavra<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">pedra
escondida receosa de tanto amor<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">que
deixou de convocar<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">tambores<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">em
melodias tão actuais<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">onde
o rebanho se tresmalha<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">a
cada pico do ruído<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">não
mereço este chão de ninguém<br /> </span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">ou
a expressiva palavra nunca dita<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">esvaio-me
numa opressão sem limites<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span></i></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">António MR Martins</span></i></b></div>
<br /><p></p>António MR Martinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04617264920312557276noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916913139987097629.post-37279261681132977662022-09-25T11:11:00.000+01:002022-09-25T11:11:19.131+01:00Na "Hora da Poesia", Rádio Vizela, 97.2 FM - 28 de Setembro de 2022, 4.ª Feira, 21H00<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIhYdpQerqVr6Rpf_wyNzN3UZOSZDzDXeC7HJx88wocSSc3iKsnAE7LD9NJLi0bjNDfzgVvcoRp1VN9jgn4RkZEe1koW1m99uT7PHOcpuyNb6NrwcjP5QWoyCs1kZXq4srKLC8EvZSS8PuJNuQbIBHSjRS_Ywl47b12j9JCVpibsojl0kb0a0GDqLb/s951/Cartaz%20'Hora%20da%20Poesia',%20de%20Concei%C3%A7%C3%A3o%20Lima,%20R%C3%A1dio%20Vizela,%2097.2%20FM,%204.%C2%AA%20Feira,%2028%20de%20Setembro%20de%202022,%20pelas%2021H00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="714" data-original-width="951" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIhYdpQerqVr6Rpf_wyNzN3UZOSZDzDXeC7HJx88wocSSc3iKsnAE7LD9NJLi0bjNDfzgVvcoRp1VN9jgn4RkZEe1koW1m99uT7PHOcpuyNb6NrwcjP5QWoyCs1kZXq4srKLC8EvZSS8PuJNuQbIBHSjRS_Ywl47b12j9JCVpibsojl0kb0a0GDqLb/s320/Cartaz%20'Hora%20da%20Poesia',%20de%20Concei%C3%A7%C3%A3o%20Lima,%20R%C3%A1dio%20Vizela,%2097.2%20FM,%204.%C2%AA%20Feira,%2028%20de%20Setembro%20de%202022,%20pelas%2021H00.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p><br /></p><div class="m8h3af8h l7ghb35v kjdc1dyq kmwttqpk gh25dzvf n3t5jt4f" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="font-family: inherit;"><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">A convite da Conceição Lima, participarei na “Hora da Poesia”, Rádio Vizela, 97.2 FM, na próxima 4.ª Feira, dia 28, pelas 21 horas.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Garamond, "serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Link: htpp://radiovizela.pt/radiovizela.ask</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Garamond, "serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Vamos falar de POESIA!...</span></p>
</div></div>António MR Martinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04617264920312557276noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916913139987097629.post-55562466654555796042022-09-16T17:06:00.004+01:002022-09-16T17:06:49.780+01:00Hirondina Joshua<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXEBbt_xLGzHmHt44H7FlxUPPE63xzZxF1v4_qTHTcHp7Dldu6mXQ0TB74wMuoTKPA-X5eN3UB5dyT9xqlJe83qL5sYsEBpMFO3BK0ZuTmjfKqnaAfaJ7OEbsP11xxLshC88XlxIIcZ-xJZoOpmBdM_NqZRovASB0ZADtRHqrcfqAV8Ll9mkg4mMRG/s1536/Hirondina%20Joshua.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="1075" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXEBbt_xLGzHmHt44H7FlxUPPE63xzZxF1v4_qTHTcHp7Dldu6mXQ0TB74wMuoTKPA-X5eN3UB5dyT9xqlJe83qL5sYsEBpMFO3BK0ZuTmjfKqnaAfaJ7OEbsP11xxLshC88XlxIIcZ-xJZoOpmBdM_NqZRovASB0ZADtRHqrcfqAV8Ll9mkg4mMRG/s320/Hirondina%20Joshua.jpeg" width="224" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Capa do livro "córtex", de hirondina joshua.</i></span></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">[o primeiro menino
constrói a nave usando a língua]<br /></span></b><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">o
primeiro menino constrói a nave usando a língua<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">esse
menino é terrível ao tocar no cabelo da mãe<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">deixa
fogo e brasa ao redor<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">o
segundo acredita nos animais da cidade:<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">esse
menino imagina a mãe.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">o
terceiro traz magnetismo no dedo anelar:<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">constrói
deus fora de deus.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">o
menino constrói a nave usando a língua.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">imagina
a mãe, deixa fogo, cria deus, acredita, toca no cabelo.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span></i></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">hirondina joshua</span></i></b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">, in “córtex”, página 33, Editora Exclamação, </span></i><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Novíssima</span></b><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"> Colecção de Poesia<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">, Dezembro de 2021. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
<br /><p></p>António MR Martinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04617264920312557276noreply@blogger.com0