tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46496841721746741502011-07-28T23:40:29.856-07:00Poesias sobre o profundo dos seres femininos e seus universos íntimos ...Ana Rita de Aguiar e Murçahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16376199754618373655noreply@blogger.comBlogger151100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649684172174674150.post-43111665238137530922009-12-10T10:52:00.000-08:002009-12-10T10:52:36.216-08:00Quem retoma sua essência<br />A deixou em algum lugar...<br /><br />No fundo de um poço interno<br />quando sucumbiu ao externo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4649684172174674150-4311166523813753092?l=aamelindrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ana Rita de Aguiar e Murçahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16376199754618373655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649684172174674150.post-89209860879751411022009-12-10T10:41:00.000-08:002009-12-10T10:41:28.484-08:00Um dia,<br />apenas 1 dia,<br /><br />Não precisarei explicar<br />O porquê que piso nessa terra.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4649684172174674150-8920986087975141102?l=aamelindrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ana Rita de Aguiar e Murçahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16376199754618373655noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649684172174674150.post-86544122371409171892009-12-10T10:36:00.000-08:002009-12-10T10:36:14.001-08:00O caos do sete,<br />é&nbsp;a carta valente<br /><br />Que joga sempre<br />e até o ciclo se fechar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4649684172174674150-8654412237140917189?l=aamelindrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ana Rita de Aguiar e Murçahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16376199754618373655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649684172174674150.post-57737675917341988402009-12-10T10:29:00.000-08:002009-12-15T08:36:25.173-08:00O sono eterno<br />baseia-se no extremo dos sentidos,<br /><br />No desapego das emoções<br />que o provocaram.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4649684172174674150-5773767591734198840?l=aamelindrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ana Rita de Aguiar e Murçahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16376199754618373655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649684172174674150.post-29547140910841077282009-10-21T11:59:00.000-07:002009-10-21T11:59:29.989-07:00Assim, eu ando:<br />à&nbsp;procura <br />do SER-aVIR,<br /><br />Ele chegou<br />e&nbsp;não o vi.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4649684172174674150-2954714091084107728?l=aamelindrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ana Rita de Aguiar e Murçahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16376199754618373655noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649684172174674150.post-13809379593875790752009-10-08T07:19:00.000-07:002009-10-08T07:20:23.893-07:00aprender<br />a captar<br />os sinais do desumano<br />que maquina<br />o controle de tudo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4649684172174674150-1380937959387579075?l=aamelindrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ana Rita de Aguiar e Murçahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16376199754618373655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649684172174674150.post-2931413812217162672009-09-15T06:03:00.005-07:002009-09-15T06:03:52.081-07:00A falsidade existe<br />Nos corações dos fracos!<br />Que se deixam pelo poder<br />No proceder disforme.<br /><br />Deixam-se<br />À vontade da perversidade,<br />Ao dissimular o sentimento <br />Ao subjugar o amor!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4649684172174674150-293141381221716267?l=aamelindrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ana Rita de Aguiar e Murçahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16376199754618373655noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649684172174674150.post-50338598031770795892009-09-15T05:46:00.000-07:002009-09-15T05:46:29.191-07:00A maré seca<br />Leva as lágrimas <br />Que hei de colhê-las,<br /><br />Até que o ápice das ondas<br />Tragam a energia<br />Em seu quebrar.<br /><br />O&nbsp;seco das vivências<br />Deposita sua dor<br />Na água que a maré leva.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4649684172174674150-5033859803177079589?l=aamelindrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ana Rita de Aguiar e Murçahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16376199754618373655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649684172174674150.post-56332023632073089912009-06-04T10:49:00.003-07:002009-06-04T10:55:33.997-07:00Procura-se por um conceito<br />De um beijo.<br /><br />A chave de uma solução proposta.<br /><br />Entregando a palavra,<br />Ao beiçar do linguado.<br />Ligando o calar,<br />Roçando a mingua<br />Do deixar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4649684172174674150-5633202363207308991?l=aamelindrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ana Rita de Aguiar e Murçahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16376199754618373655noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649684172174674150.post-77828287870788889252009-06-04T10:45:00.000-07:002009-06-04T10:49:47.500-07:00O meu amor,<br />ao se dizer<br />é como escutar,<br />o seu olhar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4649684172174674150-7782828787078888925?l=aamelindrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ana Rita de Aguiar e Murçahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16376199754618373655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649684172174674150.post-35803019975638138042009-06-04T10:37:00.001-07:002009-06-04T10:37:32.556-07:00Procura-se<br />Por um conceito de desejo.<br /><br />Diante do abismo<br />Que suspende uma decisão pacífica,<br /><br />Diante da intenção<br />Oposta a transparência<br />Simplista.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4649684172174674150-3580301997563813804?l=aamelindrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ana Rita de Aguiar e Murçahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16376199754618373655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649684172174674150.post-20353707787088998522009-06-04T06:59:00.002-07:002009-06-04T07:06:51.143-07:00Amargo e doce<br />completam-se<br />No confortável<br />e duro.<br /><br />Duro em estrutura,<br />para o completo<br />ser chuva<br />que molha.<br /><br />...e jorra<br />no corpo terra que o aceita.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4649684172174674150-2035370778708899852?l=aamelindrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ana Rita de Aguiar e Murçahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16376199754618373655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649684172174674150.post-33787594715071834912009-05-26T06:32:00.000-07:002009-05-26T06:33:36.286-07:00Vê-se um passarinho a cantar<br />e acha-se que é a coisa mais bonita que poderia acontecer...<br /><br />E quando se olha ao redor:<br />um rio de lágrimas sofridas pelo poder!<br /><br />Um mundo tão dual<br />Será que ninguém vê o passarinho?<br /><br />Eu quero ver o passarinho...<br />Eu quero ver o passarinho passar.<br /><br />Passarinho!<br />Passarinho!<br />Passa por aqui e me leva para passear<br />No grande ar<br />com suas asas abertas<br />a sobrevoar e pairar.<br /><br />Passarinho...<br />Passa por aqui<br />com seu vou ar...<br />Me leve!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4649684172174674150-3378759471507183491?l=aamelindrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ana Rita de Aguiar e Murçahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16376199754618373655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649684172174674150.post-66533390911754468312009-05-06T10:22:00.000-07:002009-05-06T10:24:52.728-07:00Ainda a procurar<br />o contato<br />de um espelho sem<br />superfície,<br /><br />onde os dedos se tocam...<br />e os beijos<br />apenas são.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4649684172174674150-6653339091175446831?l=aamelindrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ana Rita de Aguiar e Murçahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16376199754618373655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649684172174674150.post-20290649321940247462009-04-14T13:52:00.000-07:002009-04-14T13:56:22.178-07:00Voz do fundo<br />que sussurra,<br />ressoa<br />do peito ao ouvido<br />onde sopra o homem grave.<br /><br />O ar absorve<br />o ritmo freqüente e constante<br />dessa voz estimulante<br />do ritmo cardíaco.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4649684172174674150-2029064932194024746?l=aamelindrosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ana Rita de Aguiar e Murçahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16376199754618373655noreply@blogger.com