tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5400952603523894792024-02-19T01:09:13.991-03:00Golpes de GrafiteÉ proibida a entrada a quem não andar espantado de existir. (José Gomes Ferreira)Patrícia Nogueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03246587468040312765noreply@blogger.comBlogger189125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540095260352389479.post-28696661749786781442024-01-22T21:41:00.002-03:002024-01-22T21:41:10.362-03:00Última gota<div style="text-align: left;">Só a poesia<br />me esvazia.</div>Patrícia Nogueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03246587468040312765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540095260352389479.post-50078617397474085652024-01-22T21:40:00.008-03:002024-01-22T21:43:01.304-03:00Dado<div style="text-align: left;">Tem dia que dá.</div><div style="text-align: left;">E tem dia que dói. </div>Patrícia Nogueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03246587468040312765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540095260352389479.post-35522799397286473502024-01-22T21:40:00.005-03:002024-01-22T21:40:20.014-03:00Precipitado<div style="text-align: left;">Príncipe é só no princípio. <br />Depois é só precipício. </div>Patrícia Nogueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03246587468040312765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540095260352389479.post-41496197634738165212024-01-22T21:39:00.001-03:002024-01-22T21:44:43.682-03:00O mais curto romance de ficção científica <div style="text-align: left;">Lua.<br />Nua.<br />Tua.<br />Rua.</div><p><br /></p>Patrícia Nogueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03246587468040312765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540095260352389479.post-27530906456663761892024-01-22T21:30:00.000-03:002024-01-22T22:16:32.394-03:00Dorme-Maria<p><br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv8cMMs8_OQ8ErZunKAhEpfqJUu2ifvUjMAlCunC8CN3aCVbVhXrlruN_RZPpiK5N40MHnZ9H96473pTJaTnpnNPPF_PEeMVaNXrccnJCuhDbvutKRKQzlv6XBlepU0U3rWvdJCvx6XhAx-SR8K7N2eTyPsSzuDO3dKiw9RhaIJ4q8KSg9dZzOKrVERW0/s1479/Dorme%20maria1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1479" data-original-width="1110" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv8cMMs8_OQ8ErZunKAhEpfqJUu2ifvUjMAlCunC8CN3aCVbVhXrlruN_RZPpiK5N40MHnZ9H96473pTJaTnpnNPPF_PEeMVaNXrccnJCuhDbvutKRKQzlv6XBlepU0U3rWvdJCvx6XhAx-SR8K7N2eTyPsSzuDO3dKiw9RhaIJ4q8KSg9dZzOKrVERW0/s320/Dorme%20maria1.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">É que Maria</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">só dormia</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">com carinho</div><br />Patrícia Nogueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03246587468040312765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540095260352389479.post-62989154198297309212023-09-09T10:08:00.005-03:002024-01-22T22:02:37.965-03:00Me mo(n)stra<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDIMGRQ1M8tOzMPiP00o4UrdsuDRjmKDE_zHatqUmSdEP12R8tWeRlVFZQijoU1Zr_9yjdTd9LF5Ot7CeeYl8MzL6_LYtUsnkXGMjawY6pkop95rgfzMBUlqJddM955lkdYIKwyUv4THyTNlF_SIxe0gWeu7gBwKfeVG_YbQLaj4nwye6WMAM0NDx4UkU/s225/4B1124A4-D843-4A69-8022-549E8996141E.jpeg" 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/AVvXsEhDIMGRQ1M8tOzMPiP00o4UrdsuDRjmKDE_zHatqUmSdEP12R8tWeRlVFZQijoU1Zr_9yjdTd9LF5Ot7CeeYl8MzL6_LYtUsnkXGMjawY6pkop95rgfzMBUlqJddM955lkdYIKwyUv4THyTNlF_SIxe0gWeu7gBwKfeVG_YbQLaj4nwye6WMAM0NDx4UkU/s1600/4B1124A4-D843-4A69-8022-549E8996141E.jpeg" width="225" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; text-size-adjust: auto;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: inherit; text-size-adjust: auto;">Exausta e potente</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: inherit; text-size-adjust: auto;">Plena e carente</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: inherit; text-size-adjust: auto;">Sem rumo</span></div><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: inherit;">Sigo em frente</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 22px; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: inherit;">Vou perguntar</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: inherit;">ao monstro das cores</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: inherit;">em que pote coloca</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: inherit;">o que se sente</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 22px; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: inherit;">quando a mistura</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: inherit;">faz parte</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: inherit;">da gente</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">—-</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>* Ref. a “</span><span>O monstro das cores”, livro lindo </span><span>de Anna Llenas.</span></span></p>Patrícia Nogueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03246587468040312765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540095260352389479.post-59117164063846674142023-09-08T17:28:00.001-03:002023-09-08T17:28:55.485-03:00Faint faith<div style="text-align: left;">Minhas verdades mais certas<br />Viraram feridas abertas</div>Patrícia Nogueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03246587468040312765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540095260352389479.post-32982318908617770832023-04-08T00:08:00.004-03:002023-04-08T00:08:58.176-03:00AppareçaAlgoritmo<div>Algoritmo</div><div>Encontre-me alguem</div><div>Que rode no meu ritmo</div>Patrícia Nogueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03246587468040312765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540095260352389479.post-38118911913578959432023-02-27T16:56:00.000-03:002023-02-27T16:56:20.123-03:00Verdades<div style="text-align: left;">Quando o homem inverte a ordem das coisas<br />O verde verte em toda sua força </div>Patrícia Nogueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03246587468040312765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540095260352389479.post-77802895821596011732022-11-13T11:42:00.002-03:002022-11-13T13:14:01.372-03:00Suspiro<div>Aprendi uma nova receita:<br />É preciso pisar nos ovos<br />E deixar tudo às claras</div>Patrícia Nogueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03246587468040312765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540095260352389479.post-83867481589253212112022-11-10T10:57:00.003-03:002022-11-12T16:48:20.879-03:00Fanfarrice<div>Meu te querer</div><div>é apenas</div><div>carna(va)l</div><div><br /></div>Patrícia Nogueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03246587468040312765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540095260352389479.post-57049966769196921692022-11-10T10:54:00.003-03:002022-11-10T11:04:05.178-03:00Fofoca<div>Minhas poesias falam</div><div>dos meu fantasmas</div><div>e fantasias</div><div><br /></div>Patrícia Nogueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03246587468040312765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540095260352389479.post-7726191055711663012022-08-17T22:44:00.002-03:002022-11-10T10:50:21.159-03:00Profon(deur)Quand tu me regardes intensément<br />avec les yeux bien ouverts<br />Decifrando a mistura confusa<br />dos meus olhos castanho-verde<br /><br />Tu peux finir par découvrir des choses<br />Que desmentiriam as minhas poses<br /><br />Et qui devraient rester cachées<br />Para que não façam ninguém sofrerPatrícia Nogueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03246587468040312765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540095260352389479.post-85073687219935003762022-08-17T22:23:00.002-03:002022-08-17T22:23:08.553-03:00E isto e aquiloEu ex-isto<div>ainda<br />Em tudo aquilo<br />que não sou<br />mais<p></p></div>Patrícia Nogueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03246587468040312765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540095260352389479.post-92107505485126045562022-08-17T22:15:00.005-03:002022-08-17T22:17:16.170-03:00A-pertoÉ o que dói no coração<br />quando você não está pertoPatrícia Nogueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03246587468040312765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540095260352389479.post-66443283897160616502022-08-16T22:47:00.001-03:002022-08-17T22:51:12.400-03:00IsabelaA barriga contrai<br />Imprecisa<br />E indecisa<br />Até que enfim avisa<br />Que já é hora<br />E sem demora<br />Ela deslisa<br />Mundo afora<br /><br />A mãe alisa<br />Sua pele macia<br />Acaricia<br />Seus poucos cabelos<br />Sentindo a delicia<br />Do seu cheiro<br />Recém nascido<br /><br />Branquela<br />Banguela<br />Magrela<br /><br />Finalmente: <div>ela<br /></div>Patrícia Nogueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03246587468040312765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540095260352389479.post-42041563421488831382021-09-12T10:14:00.001-03:002023-04-07T23:08:34.112-03:00HabitatEu me habito<br />um pouco por hábito<br />um pouco por instintoPatrícia Nogueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03246587468040312765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540095260352389479.post-91824768259455493492021-09-12T10:07:00.003-03:002022-11-12T16:49:56.497-03:00Linhas de expressão<div style="text-align: left;">Eu escrevi no meu corpo inteiro</div><div style="text-align: left;">Rosto, coxas, abdomen, cotovelo</div><div style="text-align: left;">Cada linha do meu corpo </div><div style="text-align: left;">É verso de um poema </div><div style="text-align: left;">que vivi</div>Patrícia Nogueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03246587468040312765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540095260352389479.post-995498569717791272021-09-12T10:05:00.006-03:002022-08-17T22:24:33.004-03:00(Ir)mãoÉ quem vai junto<br />Segurando nossa mão.Patrícia Nogueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03246587468040312765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540095260352389479.post-75515952656534225382021-09-12T10:02:00.003-03:002022-01-23T21:03:15.179-03:00EncantadaPoesia é um conto<br />Em forma de canto.Patrícia Nogueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03246587468040312765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540095260352389479.post-47139167593430933592021-09-12T10:01:00.000-03:002021-09-12T10:21:51.770-03:00MaresiaBeira da praia:<br />na areia<br />o mar beija<br />minhas sereias<br /><br />Patrícia Nogueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03246587468040312765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540095260352389479.post-69802455205753498852021-09-12T10:00:00.001-03:002021-09-12T10:17:15.441-03:00Olhar maternoTem olheira<br />Mas tem sorriso<br />Até a orelhaPatrícia Nogueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03246587468040312765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540095260352389479.post-10719424710895561992020-12-28T21:54:00.002-03:002022-01-23T21:03:52.816-03:00Vertical<div>Eu espero ansiosa pelo dia<br />Em que terei de novo uma sacada</div><div>Sentir o vento batendo<br />É como uma escada<br />para o meu pensamento<br />Faz com que eu encontre <br />meu horizonte</div>Patrícia Nogueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03246587468040312765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540095260352389479.post-27030283328869394212020-12-28T21:39:00.003-03:002020-12-28T21:39:49.014-03:00Campinas<p>Foi no vendaval que eu cresci.</p>Patrícia Nogueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03246587468040312765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540095260352389479.post-82422743667268138052020-08-18T22:50:00.005-03:002023-09-06T16:41:09.697-03:00Amor y Amargo<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 22px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 3px; text-size-adjust: auto;">
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<i>I love bitters</i></div>
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Dizia o bottom</div>
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E em cima do balcão</div>
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Misturavam-se os sabores</div>
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difusos e confusos </div>
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que traziam os copos</div>
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e as palavras</div>
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<i>A bit of this, a bit of that</i></div>
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Entre pratos, prosas e passados</div>
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Uma pitada daquele gosto</div>
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Que se disfarça e permeia</div>
<div style="font-size: medium;">Marca seu aroma</div>
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E estraga se for demais </div>
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<i>A bit of a bittersweet night</i></div>
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<div style="font-size: medium;">Dose diluída de um nós</div>
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Que não existe por inteiro</div>
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