tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36432341765367916782011-04-21T18:42:28.096-03:00POESIAS E OUTROS ESCRITOS DE NANCY ROMANELLINancy Romanellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00707515318748115921noreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643234176536791678.post-62271892218267115422008-08-03T21:47:00.002-03:002008-08-03T21:49:58.042-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FQURjPjrH84/SJZR1CybzII/AAAAAAAAALE/3nSMH03vXyY/s1600-h/abra%C3%A7o.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FQURjPjrH84/SJZR1CybzII/AAAAAAAAALE/3nSMH03vXyY/s400/abra%C3%A7o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230457988960734338" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">ABRAÇO</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Que o fogo se queime</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Que a água se inunde</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Que o tempo se perca</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Que a pedra se lasque</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Que os braços se enlacem</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">E que a música...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">não pare de tocar.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Nancy Romanelli - fev/2008</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3643234176536791678-6227189221826711542?l=toda-prosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nancy Romanellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00707515318748115921noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643234176536791678.post-54461626631902204792008-08-03T20:16:00.002-03:002008-08-03T20:34:38.081-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FQURjPjrH84/SJZATZBeCdI/AAAAAAAAAK8/HOJqVfpEMGo/s1600-h/inversodavisao.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FQURjPjrH84/SJZATZBeCdI/AAAAAAAAAK8/HOJqVfpEMGo/s400/inversodavisao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230438719116151250" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >O INVERSO DA VISÃO</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Fac-símile da agonia</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Simulacro da dor</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Sepulcro da razão</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Lá vai ela</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >A poesia</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Devagar em devaneio</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Derramar a fantasia</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Destilar a solidão</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Pra colher</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Seus versos soltos</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Versos vítreos</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Mas inversos</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Do viço </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >viciado<br />Da visão</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Nancy Romanelli - jul/2008</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3643234176536791678-5446162663190220479?l=toda-prosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nancy Romanellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00707515318748115921noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643234176536791678.post-60228954482556942452008-07-06T13:03:00.003-03:002008-07-06T13:09:12.927-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FQURjPjrH84/SHDs-jDnLLI/AAAAAAAAAKk/acSMgA8ZFys/s1600-h/afaltaquemefaz.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FQURjPjrH84/SHDs-jDnLLI/AAAAAAAAAKk/acSMgA8ZFys/s400/afaltaquemefaz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219932527428840626" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >A FALTA QUE ME FAZ</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Falta um tanto de mim</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >em mim</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Falta um tanto</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >quanto</span><span style="font-size:130%;">...<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Falta um meio</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >um terço</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >um quarto</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >um canto</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Falta tanto</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >tanto</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="font-size:130%;">tanto...</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><i style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US">N<st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">ancy Romanelli</st1:place></st1:city></span></i></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> - fev/2004</span><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3643234176536791678-6022895448255694245?l=toda-prosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nancy Romanellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00707515318748115921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643234176536791678.post-52825389309031974152008-05-18T22:00:00.007-03:002008-07-06T13:11:35.085-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FQURjPjrH84/SDDRpXzFz2I/AAAAAAAAAKM/EbexkXD7YNw/s1600-h/enquadro.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FQURjPjrH84/SDDRpXzFz2I/AAAAAAAAAKM/EbexkXD7YNw/s400/enquadro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201888078306070370" border="0" /></a><a name="_Toc33993789"><b><span style=""><br /></span></b></a><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><a name="_Toc33993789"><b><span style=""><br />EN: QUADRO</span></b></a><b><span style=""><o:p></o:p></span></b><br /></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span style="">Jogo na tela<o:p></o:p><br />Palavras, cores, amores<o:p></o:p><br />Espalho<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span style=""><o:p></o:p>Risco, modelo, contorno, contemplo<o:p></o:p><br />Espelho<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span style=""><o:p></o:p>Recordo, releio, pincelo, esboço<o:p></o:p><br />Saudade<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span style=""><o:p></o:p>Misturo, censuro, refaço, ressinto<o:p></o:p><br />Te sinto<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span style=""><o:p></o:p>Preencho, avivo, abraso, renovo<o:p></o:p><br />Reparo<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span style=""><o:p></o:p>Enquadro, aprecio, olho, distancio<o:p></o:p><br />Me vejo:<br /><br /><o:p></o:p>Nebulosa e vaga imagem<o:p></o:p><br />Tom sobre tom<o:p></o:p><br />Dor sobre dor</span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><i style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US">N<st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">ancy Romanelli</st1:place></st1:city></span></i></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> - fev/2003</span><br /></span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3643234176536791678-5282538930903197415?l=toda-prosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nancy Romanellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00707515318748115921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643234176536791678.post-16336003407422709942008-05-18T19:26:00.013-03:002008-07-06T13:24:13.707-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FQURjPjrH84/SDCvz3zFz0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/WQ8d30Jybm0/s1600-h/ora-vivo-ora-envergo6.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FQURjPjrH84/SDCvz3zFz0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/WQ8d30Jybm0/s400/ora-vivo-ora-envergo6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201850875299352386" border="0" /></a><br /><b><span style=""><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" msonormal=""><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><i style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></i></span></span></span></span></b> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b><span style="">ORA VIVO, ORA ENVERGO<br /><br />Ora<br />vivo o fogo<o:p></o:p><br />De brasa branda<br /><br />Ora<br />sopro o vento<br />De vida viva<br />E o fogo aviva<br /><br />Ora<br />vôo no tempo<br />De rota torta<br /><br />Ora<br />envergo<br />Viro a volta<br />E banco a rota</span></b></span><span style=""><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><i style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US">N<st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">ancy Romanelli</st1:place></st1:city></span></i></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> - abr/2004</span><o:p></o:p></span></p><b><span style=""><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" msonormal=""><span style=""><o:p></o:p></span><p></p></span></span></b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3643234176536791678-1633600340742270994?l=toda-prosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nancy Romanellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00707515318748115921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643234176536791678.post-7976290620851653362008-04-04T21:51:00.028-03:002008-07-06T13:12:29.676-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FQURjPjrH84/SBknUt9aWEI/AAAAAAAAAHY/v_8kF5tfFlg/s1600-h/tristezaemmim.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FQURjPjrH84/SBknUt9aWEI/AAAAAAAAAHY/v_8kF5tfFlg/s400/tristezaemmim.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195226882036619330" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:12;" lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:12;" lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms"></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">TRISTEZA EM MIM</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:130%;">No silêncio da palavra<o:p></o:p><br /><o:p></o:p>te calo <st1:personname st="on" productid="em mimNa">em mim<o:p></o:p><br /><o:p></o:p>Na</st1:personname> pausa da canção<o:p></o:p><br /><o:p></o:p>te embalo <st1:personname st="on" productid="em mimNo">em mim<o:p></o:p><br /><o:p></o:p>No</st1:personname> adormecer da razão<o:p></o:p><br /><o:p></o:p>te desperto <st1:personname st="on" productid="em mimNo">em mim<o:p></o:p><br /><o:p></o:p>No</st1:personname> rolar da lágrima<o:p></o:p><br /><o:p></o:p>te expresso em mim<o:p></o:p></span></p><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><o:p></o:p></span><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><i style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-US">N<st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">ancy Romanelli</st1:place></st1:city></span></i></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> - 09.01.2003</span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p></o:p><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p></o:p><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p></o:p><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b><span lang="EN-US"></span></b><o:p></o:p><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3643234176536791678-797629062085165336?l=toda-prosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nancy Romanellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00707515318748115921noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643234176536791678.post-78201864317553587182008-03-31T23:54:00.012-03:002008-04-30T23:46:04.819-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FQURjPjrH84/SBku299aWFI/AAAAAAAAAHg/kRkOCpAfbbU/s1600-h/lembranca.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FQURjPjrH84/SBku299aWFI/AAAAAAAAAHg/kRkOCpAfbbU/s400/lembranca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195235167028533330" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">LEMBRANÇA<o:p></o:p></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">está em mim seu retrato<br />circunscrito<br />na retina – câmera<br />objetiva<br />que capta o gesto<br />a forma o momento<br />e insere para sempre<br />em meu álbum de imagens<br />registro<br />lembrança<br />que folheio com a alma</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><o:p></o:p><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Nancy Romanelli – 19.04.2006</i></span><o:p></o:p><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b><i></i></b><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3643234176536791678-7820186431755358718?l=toda-prosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nancy Romanellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00707515318748115921noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643234176536791678.post-6187599633312532008-03-31T23:48:00.023-03:002008-07-06T13:13:21.148-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FQURjPjrH84/R_rM-R3CFqI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ms-th0k5_XQ/s1600-h/licaodachuva1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186683291188729506" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FQURjPjrH84/R_rM-R3CFqI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ms-th0k5_XQ/s400/licaodachuva1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >(clique na imagem, para ampliá-la)</span></span><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><b><span style="font-size:130%;">LIÇÃO DA CHUVA<br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><b><span style="font-size:130%;">aprendi com a gota<br />lenta<br />na gruta oca<br />que de tão santa<br />fez gota leve<br />gota livre<br />gota a gota<o:p></o:p><o:p></o:p><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><b><span style="font-size:130%;">desabei com o vento<br />alto<br />da nuvem calma<br />que de tão densa<br />verteu água<br />verteu ventre<br />verteu alma<o:p></o:p><o:p></o:p><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><b><span style="font-size:130%;">evaporei com a onda<br />solta<br />no tempo escasso<br />que de tão pouco<br />vagou cedo<br />vagou todo<br />vagou louco<o:p></o:p><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><b><span style="font-size:130%;">deslizei no espaço, escorri<br />desabei, caí<br />soltei alma destilada ao relento<br />revivi<br />cíclica<br />outra<br />decantada<br />do nascedouro à nascente<o:p></o:p><o:p></o:p><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><i>Nancy Romanelli - 25.04.2005</i></span><span style=""><o:p></o:p><o:p></o:p><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><b><i></i></b></span><b><o:p></o:p><o:p></o:p><o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" ><i style="font-family: verdana;"></i></span><o:p></o:p><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><i></i></span><o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" ></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3643234176536791678-618759963331253?l=toda-prosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nancy Romanellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00707515318748115921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643234176536791678.post-64943772291920409112008-03-31T22:27:00.010-03:002008-05-14T10:37:34.520-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FQURjPjrH84/SCrrDnzFzxI/AAAAAAAAAJs/SJP0466h-o4/s1600-h/gotasdagua4.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FQURjPjrH84/SCrrDnzFzxI/AAAAAAAAAJs/SJP0466h-o4/s400/gotasdagua4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200227167208066834" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Gotas d´água<br />brincam na piscina.<br />É a chuva!</span></p><p style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><i>Nancy Romanelli</i> - <em>jan/2008</em></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3643234176536791678-6494377229192040911?l=toda-prosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nancy Romanellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00707515318748115921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643234176536791678.post-26519548235038989502008-03-31T22:07:00.004-03:002008-04-21T00:33:48.866-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FQURjPjrH84/R_GLAB3CFaI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ElD_j_Q9wTc/s1600-h/entrelinhas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184077478695671202" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FQURjPjrH84/R_GLAB3CFaI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ElD_j_Q9wTc/s400/entrelinhas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">ENTRELINHAS</span></p><p style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Entre o suspiro fustigante da lua<br />O circundar sitiante da terra<br />O arcabouço postural e imperioso das copas das árvores…</span></p><p style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Entre o abrasante e incinerante filamento solar<br />O sibilar das sonatas entoadas pela brisa<br />O voluptuoso e pictórico espaço sideral…</span></p><p style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Está o teu sorriso…</span></p><p style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Entre mim<br />Entrelinhas<br />Entretanto<br />Entre tantos…</span></p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><i>Nancy Romanelli</i> - <em>12.11.2002</em></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3643234176536791678-2651954823503898950?l=toda-prosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nancy Romanellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00707515318748115921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643234176536791678.post-60568510129909670662008-03-31T21:32:00.008-03:002008-04-30T23:54:22.767-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FQURjPjrH84/R_GIeh3CFZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/xbQjKC_tR_8/s1600-h/solidaomaritima1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184074704146797970" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FQURjPjrH84/R_GIeh3CFZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/xbQjKC_tR_8/s400/solidaomaritima1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 85%; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;">(clique na imagem, para ampliá-la)</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />SOLIDÃO MARÍTIMA<o:p></o:p></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><u1:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"></u1:p></span><p style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Ah! Esse meu pensamento marítimo…<br />Povoado por praias e ilhas distantes<br />Que jamais chegarei a habitar…<o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-size:130%;"><u1:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"></u1:p></span><p style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Ah! Essa minha vida oceânica…<br />Vida Mediterrânica e Pacífica<br />Habitada por desejos cortados pela linha do horizonte<br />Esse infinito limite entre céu e mar…<o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-size:130%;"><u1:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"></u1:p></span><p style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Ah! Essa minha solidão marítima…<br />Repleta de baias, golfos e estreitos<br />Misteriosa como as águas do Índico…<o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-size:130%;"><u1:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"></u1:p></span><p style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Como navegador que não sou<br />Com os instrumentos que não tenho<br />Sigo vagando em minha nau errante<br />Avistando praias e ilhas distantes<br />E povoando minha fantasia de possibilidades e sonhos<br />Qual o quê…<br />As praias e ilhas não têm cais nem porto<br />Belas e solitárias praias e ilhas<br />Que vivem sempre a habitar esse meu pensamento marítimo…<o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-size:130%;"><u1:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"></u1:p></span><p><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Nancy Romanelli<span style=""><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> - 28.12.2002</span><o:p></o:p></span></span></em></p><p><o:p><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></o:p></p><p><o:p><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></o:p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3643234176536791678-6056851012990967066?l=toda-prosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nancy Romanellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00707515318748115921noreply@blogger.com1