tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66098626884955634052012-02-16T04:07:07.489-08:00Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comBlogger311100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609862688495563405.post-26299390250237297312008-01-04T05:03:00.000-08:002008-01-04T05:06:34.379-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/R34vQxWwL-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/7JvEMO6UDkI/s1600-h/longe+assim.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/R34vQxWwL-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/7JvEMO6UDkI/s320/longe+assim.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151606988931608546" /></a><br /><br />Capa: <a href="http://telasdonoronha.blogspot.com/">D´Noronha</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609862688495563405-2629939025023729731?l=longeassim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609862688495563405.post-79985097513666738132007-12-10T05:04:00.000-08:002007-12-10T05:17:12.012-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/R105rsGSY7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/QAoVP932OqE/s1600-h/untitled%27noronha.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/R105rsGSY7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/QAoVP932OqE/s320/untitled%27noronha.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142329772261663666" /></a><br /><br />Tela: <strong>D'noronha</strong><br />Título: <strong>In Pollock we trust</strong><br /><a href="http://telasdonoronha.blogspot.com/">Galeria Virtual</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609862688495563405-7998509751366673813?l=longeassim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609862688495563405.post-45259692542920492092007-11-01T05:47:00.001-07:002007-11-01T05:47:39.425-07:00nunca<br />me senti<br />tão <br />miserável<br /><br />eu <br />não tenho<br />nada<br /><br />pra dizer.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609862688495563405-4525969254292049209?l=longeassim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609862688495563405.post-56229426660475624872007-11-01T05:45:00.001-07:002007-11-01T05:45:54.157-07:00Ao leitor<br />a carne<br />do poema<br />ao não-leitor<br />os ossos<br />do ofício.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609862688495563405-5622942666047562487?l=longeassim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609862688495563405.post-46959468004785565992007-11-01T05:37:00.000-07:002007-11-01T05:39:34.745-07:00os seres<br />as coisas<br />tudo<br />perecível<br /><br />não cabe<br />no <br />instante<br />o amanhã<br /><br />: <br />é imenso.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609862688495563405-4695946800478556599?l=longeassim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609862688495563405.post-4859814239718708812007-11-01T05:32:00.000-07:002007-11-02T07:44:50.670-07:00<em>Em parceria com a Loba/Euza Noronha</em><br /><br />tem que<br />se recolher<br />dos espinhos<br />(a carne)<br /><br />ainda resta<br />abrir<br />nos olhos<br />a alma<br /><br />buscar<br />o amanhecer<br />dos dias<br />esquecidos<br /><br />dentro<br />da noite<br />: fora<br />do sonho.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609862688495563405-485981423971870881?l=longeassim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609862688495563405.post-10911975026183803132007-11-01T05:28:00.000-07:002007-11-09T04:54:12.678-08:00quero<br />apenas<br />que<br />o poema<br />exista<br /><br />e<br />funcione<br />um<br />instante<br /><br />se<br />possível<br /><br />que<br />não<br />o <br />decifrem.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609862688495563405-1091197502618380313?l=longeassim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609862688495563405.post-38406921465104598762007-10-23T07:02:00.000-07:002007-10-23T07:03:12.809-07:00meu pai<br />minha mãe<br />meu irmão<br />minha irmã<br />nosso cachorro<br />e eu:<br /><br />morávamos<br />todos em<br />uma casa<br />grande e<br />bem-assombrada<br />por nós.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609862688495563405-3840692146510459876?l=longeassim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609862688495563405.post-45864002850595026922007-10-23T06:55:00.000-07:002007-10-25T06:24:24.548-07:00um tiro <br />no<br />escuro<br /><br />(saiu<br />pela<br />culatra)<br /><br />: matou<br /><br />o tempo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609862688495563405-4586400285059502692?l=longeassim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609862688495563405.post-79785367622574605682007-10-23T06:54:00.001-07:002007-11-02T07:49:48.831-07:00a realidade<br />escondida<br />fora do ovo<br /><br />para muitos<br />recheado<br /><br />de mistério.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609862688495563405-7978536762257460568?l=longeassim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609862688495563405.post-69724679262859683622007-10-23T06:52:00.000-07:002007-10-23T06:53:10.795-07:00foram<br />os deuses<br />foram eles<br /><br />foram<br />as deusas<br />foram elas<br /><br />esqueceram<br />algum<br />barulho<br /><br />onde <br />a poesia<br />cochilava.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609862688495563405-6972467926285968362?l=longeassim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609862688495563405.post-13487980053756142962007-10-23T06:45:00.000-07:002007-10-23T06:46:02.331-07:00O mar<br />guarda a palavra<br />pérola<br /><br />dentro de ostra<br />palavra.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609862688495563405-1348798005375614296?l=longeassim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609862688495563405.post-75775295463748129972007-10-23T06:43:00.000-07:002007-10-23T06:44:21.531-07:00o mesmo<br />ali cara a cara<br />olho no olho<br /><br />o espelho d'água<br />e seu<br />estilhaço.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609862688495563405-7577529546374812997?l=longeassim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609862688495563405.post-47208763666030739582007-10-23T06:42:00.000-07:002007-11-02T07:50:06.129-07:00a morte existe<br />para que a vida<br />seja completa<br /><br />e as pálpebras<br />para que a noite<br />seja completa.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609862688495563405-4720876366603073958?l=longeassim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609862688495563405.post-60944027620360476042007-10-23T06:38:00.000-07:002007-10-23T06:40:35.377-07:00todo poema<br />recomeça<br />quando<br />pousa<br />simultâneos<br />pés<br />um no claro<br />outro<br />no escuro<br />nos dois lados<br />do horizonte<br /><br />pouco antes<br />de sumir<br />completo<br />absorvido<br />por um vazio<br />acolhedor<br />que <br />o devolve<br />aos excessos<br />da palavra<br />e do silêncio.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609862688495563405-6094402762036047604?l=longeassim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609862688495563405.post-90074372039979017202007-10-23T06:37:00.000-07:002007-10-23T06:38:00.317-07:00Separou<br />O joio<br />Do trigo<br />E separou<br />O trigo do trigo<br />Por fim<br />Separou-se<br />Do trigo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609862688495563405-9007437203997901720?l=longeassim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609862688495563405.post-75855670005388016942007-10-23T06:33:00.000-07:002007-11-01T05:39:58.700-07:00o tempo<br />urge<br />por isso a pressa<br />inimiga<br />da perfeição<br />e o dizer<br />nem sempre<br />preciso tudo antes<br />que o poema<br />acabe<br />em outro.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609862688495563405-7585567000538801694?l=longeassim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609862688495563405.post-64499541770705267562007-10-23T06:30:00.000-07:002007-11-02T07:46:23.695-07:00Maduro o fruto<br />mergulha em si<br />quando cai pesado<br />de mistério<br />e sabor<br /><br />num instante<br />forma e conteúdo<br />atravessam<br />o vazio em torno<br />(densa<br />membrana)<br /><br />a parte mais dura<br />de sua casca.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609862688495563405-6449954177070526756?l=longeassim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609862688495563405.post-87661698547636225092007-10-23T06:28:00.001-07:002007-10-23T06:28:39.807-07:00Insaciável<br />o silêncio ordenha<br />a palavra pedra<br /> <br />até o último grão<br />de areia.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609862688495563405-8766169854763622509?l=longeassim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609862688495563405.post-84397250378021982092007-10-23T06:26:00.000-07:002007-10-23T06:27:24.378-07:00A noite<br />não me ilude mais<br />com sua lua<br />suas estrelas<br />e alguns dias<br /><br />hoje<br />só me interessa<br />aquilo que<br /><br />- suspenso entre<br />um brilho<br />e outro -<br /><br />não<br />consigo enxergar<br />ainda.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609862688495563405-8439725037802198209?l=longeassim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609862688495563405.post-740178847031271152007-10-23T06:25:00.001-07:002007-10-23T06:25:34.619-07:00nos braços<br />da rede<br />estrategica-<br />Mente<br /><br />amarrada<br />na paisagem<br />a realidade<br />balança<br /><br />tudo agora<br />é Algo<br />que já pode<br />Ser<br /><br />desligado.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609862688495563405-74017884703127115?l=longeassim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609862688495563405.post-33875449230199032922007-10-23T06:21:00.000-07:002007-10-23T06:23:47.989-07:00<em>Para: Val Freitas</em><br /><br />bicho<br />arisco<br />o poema<br /><br />: é trevo<br />de quatro<br /><br />pernas.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609862688495563405-3387544923019903292?l=longeassim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609862688495563405.post-90465799305132291282007-10-23T06:20:00.001-07:002007-11-02T07:50:31.915-07:00Ainda<br />no chão<br />ensaio um sorriso<br /><br />e quase consigo<br /><br />ser<br />sincero.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609862688495563405-9046579930513229128?l=longeassim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609862688495563405.post-8993637358742711922007-10-23T06:16:00.000-07:002007-11-02T07:47:07.788-07:00<em>Em parceria com Cecilia Cassal</em><br /><br />meu olho<br />coxo<br />de tanto<br />andar<br /><br />- nau<br />à deriva<br />na veloz<br />idade<br />da luz -<br /><br />não olha<br />mais<br />não<br />decifra:<br /><br />(a pedra<br />no sapato)<br />o cisco<br />em sua<br />órbita.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609862688495563405-899363735874271192?l=longeassim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609862688495563405.post-65693368482234828392007-10-23T06:14:00.000-07:002007-10-23T06:15:54.824-07:00dói tanto<br />ainda<br />não sei<br />se<br /><br />ele<br />(o dente)<br />ou eu<br /><br />quem<br />foi<br />extraído<br />de quem.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609862688495563405-6569336848223482839?l=longeassim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609862688495563405.post-25670899029566437192007-10-23T06:13:00.000-07:002007-11-01T05:52:54.676-07:00um dia<br />eu quebro<br />o inquebrável<br /><br />: a casca<br />do indizível.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609862688495563405-2567089902956643719?l=longeassim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609862688495563405.post-25617488260814796262007-10-23T06:12:00.001-07:002007-11-02T07:50:47.061-07:00no<br />fim<br />do túnel<br />uma<br />luz<br /><br />acesa<br />na<br />escuridão<br />que<br />sou.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609862688495563405-2561748826081479626?l=longeassim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609862688495563405.post-26800875910006736612007-10-23T06:10:00.000-07:002007-12-12T12:03:27.575-08:00o poeta<br />o poema<br />quando <br />não<br />se emendam<br /><br />formam <br />uma coisa <br />só<br /><br />que <br />não chega<br />a <br />existir.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609862688495563405-2680087591000673661?l=longeassim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609862688495563405.post-65459460460081951422007-10-23T06:09:00.001-07:002007-10-23T06:09:55.383-07:00clareira<br />aberta<br />no tempo<br />fogo<br />aceso<br />no escuro<br /><br />clareira<br />acesa<br />no escuro<br />fogo<br />aberto<br />no tempo<br /><br />: aceso<br />o fogo<br />aberta<br />a clareira<br /><br />: o tempo<br />escuro<br />a chama<br />inútil.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609862688495563405-6545946046008195142?l=longeassim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609862688495563405.post-53601376559365691522007-10-23T06:08:00.001-07:002007-11-02T07:48:17.119-07:00enquanto<br />escrevo<br />vôo<br /><br />: deixando<br />de<br />existir.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609862688495563405-5360137655936569152?l=longeassim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609862688495563405.post-8215782838625399642007-10-23T06:04:00.000-07:002007-10-23T06:07:04.817-07:00: o coração do poema<br />pulsando<br /><br />na caixa (torácica)<br />de Pandora.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6609862688495563405-821578283862539964?l=longeassim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com