tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560757418248044227.post3671135646101201791..comments2024-03-27T07:26:10.731-03:00Comments on amante : A poesia quer me expor na rua Gyzelle Góeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06775972979492511425noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560757418248044227.post-62095567957166941382014-04-05T00:00:28.386-03:002014-04-05T00:00:28.386-03:00Samuel e Fernanda, a poesia expõe a dor que talvez...Samuel e Fernanda, a poesia expõe a dor que talvez nem exista da poetisa! Voltem sempre Gyzelle Góeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06775972979492511425noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560757418248044227.post-42141108919971155542014-04-04T23:59:17.643-03:002014-04-04T23:59:17.643-03:00Eu agradeci por lá, mas agradeço novamente aqui e ...Eu agradeci por lá, mas agradeço novamente aqui e ressalto que me arrepiei Gyzelle Góeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06775972979492511425noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560757418248044227.post-82136941589914971662014-03-30T23:33:58.908-03:002014-03-30T23:33:58.908-03:00Poeta é fingidor...
Poeta é fingidor...<br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02146259390560167982noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560757418248044227.post-70566676055077044822014-03-28T22:39:32.364-03:002014-03-28T22:39:32.364-03:00na verdade eu já havia visitado seu blogue e goste...na verdade eu já havia visitado seu blogue e gostei muito intitulado "ônibus laranja" e um trecho particularmente: "Sinto saudade de sair correndo enquanto quase perdia o ônibus laranja, ele era quente e mesquinho, nas costas as cadeiras guardavam frases que me arrancavam sorrisos ágeis, aqueles corações mal calculados tinham a sorte de estarem intactos pelo fato de não serem reais."<br /><br />gostei tanto que eu postei isso...<br /><br /><br />house of orange awe by ramonlvdiaz<br /><br />i could embrace you, lay hundred laws<br />to last less strange but i still miss<br />what outside me range kinds of sleep,<br />what your concentric wait awake from<br />closet monsters eating dark tomorrow's<br />and what we pretend on empires states<br />with sun always east and golden gates;<br />lotteric winners by the devil horizon<br />and routines to sleep again and maybe<br />shadow previous dreams, rewind those<br />children who cannot how to heart grow:<br />to wind and words beyond autumm leaves,<br />afternoon without match perfect colors<br />on landscape screen - scream dark dawn<br />and goes and goés to extraordinary feel.<br /><br />to travel without space & first hyperion<br />song of saffron chakra and offside peace<br />to lounge underground at carioca noises<br />anything saint when the archangel skyfall<br />to the imaterial ground where everyday you<br />almost live these fake taste of minerals<br />paramount and parameter men petrified all<br />those ratios of fathers and patterns to<br />spread sketches of sweet ipanema highway<br />drive-inn, worn-out: everything dead end.<br /><br />who knows how love is out of proportion,<br />and what color is the right one to answer<br />gods and dices never cease to come and go:<br />you want everything, and this final desire<br />is the unberable beauty with no becoming.<br /><br />sim vai ser um prazer conversar<br /><br />um abraçoramonlvdiazhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05891813151601932341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560757418248044227.post-27637609204081365772014-03-27T10:35:04.209-03:002014-03-27T10:35:04.209-03:00Bom dia Gyzelle.. me fez lembrar Flor Bela espanca...Bom dia Gyzelle.. me fez lembrar Flor Bela espanca com seus sonetos carregados de dor, e tristezas.. a poesia não quer.. ela já te expôs.. e muito bem por sinal.. escreves lindamente tenha um lindo diaSamuel Balbinothttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16938837247090834540noreply@blogger.com