tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79708419005443364982024-03-16T19:01:36.948+00:00Searas de VersosLídia Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03458458444485945533noreply@blogger.comBlogger2422125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7970841900544336498.post-59928364606394820582024-03-16T19:00:00.002+00:002024-03-16T19:00:47.945+00:00Pequenos formatos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9XrOhaeMQNgqn7seQQGRrA8VkzBeWQjKqApP3kdQbaS3NUlIu9WMmJGxAQtOYAvmYBB1eJgwyGXEGvEEgJPbITid8a1n13H2zluIwq61AQDmbkq0OsfRQaYXVi0KSw5aR_z1OMFjA6quG6s8d7PM5HhyWsx430b9laOCstwfYitdJvCkCBMOI5ik3p6fP/s1128/b4685991ad4c62052147c4ca4d16a390.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1128" data-original-width="564" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9XrOhaeMQNgqn7seQQGRrA8VkzBeWQjKqApP3kdQbaS3NUlIu9WMmJGxAQtOYAvmYBB1eJgwyGXEGvEEgJPbITid8a1n13H2zluIwq61AQDmbkq0OsfRQaYXVi0KSw5aR_z1OMFjA6quG6s8d7PM5HhyWsx430b9laOCstwfYitdJvCkCBMOI5ik3p6fP/w320-h640/b4685991ad4c62052147c4ca4d16a390.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p><br /></p><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">*</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">na primavera, como os peixes</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">os poemas</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">sobem o rio em contracorrente</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">*</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">frutos da árvore da poesia</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">as cerejas</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">dos deuses uma cortesia</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">*</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">as abelhas pairam</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">de surpresa em surpresa</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">mais tarde o mel</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">*</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">na efemeridade de tudo</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">ano a ano</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">a profusão das flores</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">*</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">dissolvo em versos</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">uma tisana de framboesa</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">e bebo a beleza</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">*</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">na claridade do dia pouso a cabeça…</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">o trigo a papoila</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">a seara</div></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">Lídia Borges, Searas de Versos</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">(2017/03/16)</div></div>Lídia Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03458458444485945533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7970841900544336498.post-45977655915716934762024-03-13T21:42:00.003+00:002024-03-13T21:49:41.680+00:00Vistas<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5GbrEIttH7kc47A8nt2_iyDR-eQTLbLVMVEJMRY06wuvcwfy1YLKsNw4egqOuemsOpCJ0ik6URZGNUcIOryY-Q-ykEXnXDzvVITs0P_7Ff1bK692Zixs8HseXVlg8EIDd-CJkK3jpXF6oD7NwY9PTfVx9ZFdGweY7_Mc95TdkEO0r1yRMPORXfryJSrIH/s748/pintura.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="748" data-original-width="748" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5GbrEIttH7kc47A8nt2_iyDR-eQTLbLVMVEJMRY06wuvcwfy1YLKsNw4egqOuemsOpCJ0ik6URZGNUcIOryY-Q-ykEXnXDzvVITs0P_7Ff1bK692Zixs8HseXVlg8EIDd-CJkK3jpXF6oD7NwY9PTfVx9ZFdGweY7_Mc95TdkEO0r1yRMPORXfryJSrIH/w400-h400/pintura.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt;"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">Vista
interior - A rua tem hoje uma aparência diferente do habitual. Está mais
sisuda, não obstante a claridade amena presa na esquadria da janela.
Frios, os ângulos, as retas intransigentes e quedas, os vértices insistindo no
seu humor agudíssimo. O bonsai, contra a superfície lisa e muda da parede,
exibe o tronco cada dia mais oblíquo, a copa expulsa algumas folhas, de verde
mais denso, no tampo da secretária, como se fosse outono.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">Vista
exterior - A janela perde centralidade, desaparece praticamente na curva do
olhar, na gramática da fala, na geometria das sensações e é, então, a redondez
quente das azálias, presença palpável. O arco delicado das pétalas é devaneio
e repouso, fragilidade e provocação; no avesso da atenção, os gerânios invadem
insolentemente o espaço do rododendro. Suas formas afáveis submetidas
à sombra opressiva. Na luz, o reboliço dos melros, edificadores de ninhos e
gorjeios. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">Contemplar
é mais que ver, é mais que desejar. É desdobrar um rio que de súbito nos trespassa e deixá-lo crescer até que nos devore. Efeitos arquitetónicos </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="text-indent: 47.2667px;">em contínuo movimento, </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="text-indent: 35.45pt;">tomam a imaginação e projetam lugares</span><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="background: white; letter-spacing: -0.05pt; text-indent: 35.45pt;"> indizíveis, no justo ponto em que todos os sentidos se perdem do
sentido.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><span style="background: white; letter-spacing: -0.05pt;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><span style="background: white; letter-spacing: -0.05pt;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Lídia Borges</span></i></span></span></p><br /><p></p>Lídia Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03458458444485945533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7970841900544336498.post-73972640154414655062024-03-11T12:17:00.001+00:002024-03-11T12:17:02.731+00:00"É escusado"<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQmt0nDYBwLkjrmQTSjEwldmTrZvxql_N9A2kce6fxVxB-aFs9oqNnzCWiHm02-uL6Vz4T49rfn8w5ooSW9qiKvhspxSjxp6A2PH0LVgkhbaH0es0IVCkMwQJQVXeCpwFkWKGuJEd8aoyg0k49AVg88Z06dpDh2ENLjZrsjG20pvY4s3T3x35p2BZOTrBt/s199/432423620_10229120003802872_4138215335182281039_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="104" data-original-width="199" height="302" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQmt0nDYBwLkjrmQTSjEwldmTrZvxql_N9A2kce6fxVxB-aFs9oqNnzCWiHm02-uL6Vz4T49rfn8w5ooSW9qiKvhspxSjxp6A2PH0LVgkhbaH0es0IVCkMwQJQVXeCpwFkWKGuJEd8aoyg0k49AVg88Z06dpDh2ENLjZrsjG20pvY4s3T3x35p2BZOTrBt/w579-h302/432423620_10229120003802872_4138215335182281039_n.jpg" width="579" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Lídia Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03458458444485945533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7970841900544336498.post-85032468610001984882024-03-10T19:30:00.000+00:002024-03-10T19:30:01.666+00:00Manuel Freire / Pedro Barroso<p> </p>
<iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/8glQyFRzXYg?si=Ui3XO7-2YnLvJx0v&controls=0" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen></iframe>Lídia Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03458458444485945533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7970841900544336498.post-62477617268886135452024-03-09T23:01:00.002+00:002024-03-09T23:04:34.203+00:00Crianças<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYz2OG4l6rcsDNLdgZDYmP7gIO1-C2KIyl7702SZrrzz8dR2DoVoYYHbbjpc83fmC0UuJScesYHE7qAvhyphenhypheneuXrADUKoL05PgIPIW2r1JP5w0etMHcXB-5glYVAkbwk3PL7Jylth9DfmE7mijKX5iUtpgi4R1538QB64qVGSv2u-jR65SRolkp6ByQ5i7Dm/s1831/esta.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1831" data-original-width="1754" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYz2OG4l6rcsDNLdgZDYmP7gIO1-C2KIyl7702SZrrzz8dR2DoVoYYHbbjpc83fmC0UuJScesYHE7qAvhyphenhypheneuXrADUKoL05PgIPIW2r1JP5w0etMHcXB-5glYVAkbwk3PL7Jylth9DfmE7mijKX5iUtpgi4R1538QB64qVGSv2u-jR65SRolkp6ByQ5i7Dm/w384-h400/esta.jpg" width="384" /></a></div><br /><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixebaAcuDynMYS39AhpU-ZIonGJTsYUZ4RaTpyayGTPoRi-aTF_3ulJt_RNZ3VlqzcvZmTYOOnLWGH1kGeDkE6142iAv9NA63tWZnT9IEfHfY7CMdSnGMNI4wN6FRI4zBiUduCfQNqrPadOAgWu96paQM0gE7kBEOAyrbprTCPC4ZQhq25bnxhX2qdnOoB/s4080/1710008956081.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3072" data-original-width="4080" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixebaAcuDynMYS39AhpU-ZIonGJTsYUZ4RaTpyayGTPoRi-aTF_3ulJt_RNZ3VlqzcvZmTYOOnLWGH1kGeDkE6142iAv9NA63tWZnT9IEfHfY7CMdSnGMNI4wN6FRI4zBiUduCfQNqrPadOAgWu96paQM0gE7kBEOAyrbprTCPC4ZQhq25bnxhX2qdnOoB/s320/1710008956081.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #050505; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">Foi hoje, depois da apresentação do
<i>Poemas de Calções, </i>na Academia de Música de Vila Verde. Abeirou-se de
mim com o livro apertado contra o peito. Loiro, passos inseguros, ar tímido, olhos
curiosos. Enquanto abria o livro, à procura de sítio onde assinar, perguntei-lhe se gostava de ler. Os pais
aproximaram-se. <i>Se gosta?! Devora </i>– diz a mãe. - <i>Não ganho para
livros</i> – acrescenta o pai – <i>e não é só ler, também escreve poemas</i>. Ele,
muito calado, observava-me. - <i>Não sei se são poemas. Ele é que diz que, aquelas
folhas soltas espalhadas por todo lado, são poesias</i>. Ainda não ouvira a voz
do pequeno poeta. Sorri (acho que sorri), estendi-lhe o livro, recomendando-lhe que
nunca deixasse fugir a poesia, mesmo que outras "coisas" viessem a distraí-lo dela. De
repente, a timidez "voou" e a voz soou, convicta - <i>O pior são os telemóveis,</i> <i>mas
eu não vou ser como os meus pais que estão sempre “ligados”</i>. Um ligeiro
rubor aflorou ao rosto da mãe. E o pai, desconfortável: <i>é o trabalho, filho, é o trabalho! </i></span><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #050505; font-size: 12pt;">Despediram-se apressadamente. </span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3W-U2_Cl_HZDuTnvfcnSDvNr22bo9XPBEZEp86e3TFGysPQcr68BK_8X7Y_GlNHDHsrvyzkFgnKU205SS-91wZtD2doBTnf2ml5bqP4eaUjZzDSn0pdw4kxUYM4O1w4tPQnxwx7JlDqLflBJwBNgu-VCR5XvDMYgEZkf6nNMBfJnnI0fcOcFsw6yVgaEF/s4624/1710023025072%20(1).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3472" data-original-width="4624" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3W-U2_Cl_HZDuTnvfcnSDvNr22bo9XPBEZEp86e3TFGysPQcr68BK_8X7Y_GlNHDHsrvyzkFgnKU205SS-91wZtD2doBTnf2ml5bqP4eaUjZzDSn0pdw4kxUYM4O1w4tPQnxwx7JlDqLflBJwBNgu-VCR5XvDMYgEZkf6nNMBfJnnI0fcOcFsw6yVgaEF/s320/1710023025072%20(1).jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #050505; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #050505; font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Outros livros se me estendiam para que os assinasse. </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Não me atrevi a perguntar a nenhuma
outra criança se gostava de ler.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #050505; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><br /><o:p></o:p></span></p>Lídia Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03458458444485945533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7970841900544336498.post-77383488373657100492024-03-08T10:59:00.007+00:002024-03-08T10:59:58.337+00:00Mulheres<p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi26phTJLfo19MHfCSsOlJTSNKPMURnfH8FJQK05UKV7r9dWhr34xz4Fy6BZftjPyBrqIl6y-XbPvsjZ_yQUDN9bCCGNj_mFWchjCgZqiTNQ9YgDrUtuh0XSiqFHnn6DmEnvHTxeQCVSysoMnX869DkXCB-G1jclm60nXSGcuG_CW4Mmzs6xxCsTRdLUbWV/s4128/fonte%20(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4128" data-original-width="3096" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi26phTJLfo19MHfCSsOlJTSNKPMURnfH8FJQK05UKV7r9dWhr34xz4Fy6BZftjPyBrqIl6y-XbPvsjZ_yQUDN9bCCGNj_mFWchjCgZqiTNQ9YgDrUtuh0XSiqFHnn6DmEnvHTxeQCVSysoMnX869DkXCB-G1jclm60nXSGcuG_CW4Mmzs6xxCsTRdLUbWV/w480-h640/fonte%20(1).jpg" width="480" /></a></div> <span style="font-size: medium;">MULHERES - A água de todos os afetos.</span><p></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>(Óleo sobre tela, 50X70cm) </i>de minha autoria.</span></p>Lídia Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03458458444485945533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7970841900544336498.post-65124457444638128132024-03-04T11:46:00.001+00:002024-03-04T12:42:33.854+00:00 uma secreta alegria <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi39uzQYXQ0CFWXXUR-mEh3E5ajBAWl1P9m9HqTYGGKVPMoqLSqbabjGafCawykG1kukUBNvK-DAjn_Sgy7tgnJaVoemCiwQMtDa47BH-thS2monIuSWo6PBSUaaoIeR7afkKQH_XXv5q6W1Hfm7WqSWXIFyhbipR5WJMdoIUF5oPZZEIWOKtM4bVvNcw2p/s908/1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="606" data-original-width="908" height="297" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi39uzQYXQ0CFWXXUR-mEh3E5ajBAWl1P9m9HqTYGGKVPMoqLSqbabjGafCawykG1kukUBNvK-DAjn_Sgy7tgnJaVoemCiwQMtDa47BH-thS2monIuSWo6PBSUaaoIeR7afkKQH_XXv5q6W1Hfm7WqSWXIFyhbipR5WJMdoIUF5oPZZEIWOKtM4bVvNcw2p/w443-h297/1.jpg" width="443" /></a></div><br />(Do tempo em que eu escrevia em minúsculas, vá-se lá saber porquê. Foi uma "moda" que passou, pelo menos para mim.)<p></p><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">sob a névoa de março</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">a ternura das andorinhas</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">regressadas</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">e a <span style="font-family: inherit;"><a style="color: #385898; cursor: pointer; font-family: inherit;" tabindex="-1"></a></span>promessa renovada das rosas</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">tantas vezes desfolhadas.</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">o êxtase das mimosas em flor</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">as pegadas do perfume</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">nos vasos de cravinas</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">e o aroma fresco dos morangos</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">dos limões das tangerinas.</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">sob a névoa de março</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">uma alegria secreta</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">a seiva que germina na palavra </div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">segredada aos sentidos despertos</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">do poeta.</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">Lídia Borges (2014)</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">imagem: Elena Samarskaya</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></div></div>Lídia Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03458458444485945533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7970841900544336498.post-74561955753906230692024-03-02T22:33:00.001+00:002024-03-02T22:33:32.435+00:00Noite<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPGAPyle6HUmEm0PgIaqn4UugA0MscpiwAid-gN3TldRmQQ8nw3BLGenAt5uzaGMa24ouHtSCSx786tlv47Deepd-Q0oqwrAvvcltQLWIiw7D8XB1oaVcabRB7-kE4CxcE_cZyP8N9bKx5qvapch5PS6-uiVi64lanTImBQvnUJG1f9k_CMWbDvH9GXmeU/s1170/Noite-Estrelada.-Vincent-van-Gogh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="550" data-original-width="1170" height="301" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPGAPyle6HUmEm0PgIaqn4UugA0MscpiwAid-gN3TldRmQQ8nw3BLGenAt5uzaGMa24ouHtSCSx786tlv47Deepd-Q0oqwrAvvcltQLWIiw7D8XB1oaVcabRB7-kE4CxcE_cZyP8N9bKx5qvapch5PS6-uiVi64lanTImBQvnUJG1f9k_CMWbDvH9GXmeU/w640-h301/Noite-Estrelada.-Vincent-van-Gogh.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><i><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Vincent Van Gogh (1889)</i></div></i><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><br /></i></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;">Acordo subitamente</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">a meio da noite.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">Estendo os braços <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">por dentro do escuro<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">em busca do que não há,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">do que nunca houve.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">Recolho as mãos,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">fecho os olhos.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">Regresso ao sonho.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">Lídia Borges<o:p></o:p></span></p>Lídia Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03458458444485945533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7970841900544336498.post-8120177800272907702024-02-29T12:15:00.004+00:002024-02-29T12:19:18.885+00:00Imagem<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2AEIew2yQnEvtkvQQkxY0QOQGI26W4IpZ3CrbH0RrDHrR97oSU_eU-wzclyv8ujb15jaR_ykphzxvbuXRCbOiuS_yNw2bLYj6ufQUPmdLeaNeP-E3nKmQ_cmFipyJ3SjL0g_JrYXjjG9hmW52YFVQcMfmxdAHNx-y71Pkdn0h1fqnFdJL2hm9Mm0N-zKO/s716/2.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="716" data-original-width="564" height="513" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2AEIew2yQnEvtkvQQkxY0QOQGI26W4IpZ3CrbH0RrDHrR97oSU_eU-wzclyv8ujb15jaR_ykphzxvbuXRCbOiuS_yNw2bLYj6ufQUPmdLeaNeP-E3nKmQ_cmFipyJ3SjL0g_JrYXjjG9hmW52YFVQcMfmxdAHNx-y71Pkdn0h1fqnFdJL2hm9Mm0N-zKO/w404-h513/2.jpg" width="404" /></a></div><br /><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">Separa-se das últimas flores
<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">que lhe foram copa,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif"> beleza e exuberância </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif">efémeras.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">Agora toda a seiva<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">se concentra nas folhas
novas<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">que já lhe assaltam os
ramos.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif"><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">Entretanto a um sopro do vento<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">desprende-se um bando de
pétalas,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">como pássaros, de súbito,
enxotados.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">É absorvente, a
imagem.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">Porém, difícil de ver<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">tão mundana e plebeia.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">Gravo-a, portanto,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">no portfólio das coisas raras.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">Depois do expediente,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">do pensamento normalizado,
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">da razoabilidade da razão,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">poderei a partir dela<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">ser humano outra vez<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">ainda que limitado</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">ao exíguo
espaço </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif">de um poema.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Lídia Borges</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>(imagem: Pinterest s/ ind. autoria)</i></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif"><o:p><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i> </i></span></o:p></span></p>Lídia Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03458458444485945533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7970841900544336498.post-17633260282230032152024-02-27T21:53:00.003+00:002024-02-27T21:59:18.894+00:00Escrito a frio<p> <span style="background-color: white; color: #626262; font-family: "Times New Roman", Times, serif; font-size: 1em;">Publicado no "GAZETA DE POESIA INÉDITA" em 27/07/2020</span></p><p><span face=""Times New Roman", sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #404040; text-align: center;"> <br /></span></p><p><span face=""Times New Roman", sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #404040; text-align: center;"> LÍDIA BORGES - ESCRITO A FRIO</span></p><div class="content" style="background-color: white; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.8; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;"><pre style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #626262; font-family: monospace, monospace; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline: none; overflow: auto; padding: 0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqqavwddzGipNWKhKGBny5Oe-Irwb3vZ8VV3ReCvr7wHlP906RCuvAA2Uo57KWpuDYKTky5soEGGXufUHnyfVyczQsGvbIgML6kPrI8n9UAW7eZ1-2vbSyGLoqbpVyrCkUfaz_pxgSmPpEXl_vwACA1rBiwYNefmtlHsXJZoMUcqhuGH0XJMl9K3PlTT-D/s750/esta.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="500" height="477" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqqavwddzGipNWKhKGBny5Oe-Irwb3vZ8VV3ReCvr7wHlP906RCuvAA2Uo57KWpuDYKTky5soEGGXufUHnyfVyczQsGvbIgML6kPrI8n9UAW7eZ1-2vbSyGLoqbpVyrCkUfaz_pxgSmPpEXl_vwACA1rBiwYNefmtlHsXJZoMUcqhuGH0XJMl9K3PlTT-D/w318-h477/esta.jpg" width="318" /></a></div><span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;"><pre style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #626262; font-family: monospace, monospace; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline: none; overflow: auto; padding: 0px;"><span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;"><br /></span></pre>Uma tinta espessa</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;">tinge de negrume o olhar da mulher.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;">E toda a beleza do mundo,</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;">catedral incendiada, cai por terra.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;">De súbito, somos atingidos por pedras,</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;">cinzas, lavas, brumas,</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;">gritos, soluços, entulho, betumes…</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;"><em style="box-sizing: border-box;">A mulher vai completa</em> – dizem-me.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;">O som das palavras,</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;">gongo que se desdobra</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;">atravessando o cosmos,</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;">vem repercutir-se</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;">dentro dos tímpanos</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;">até à exaustão do eco.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;">Rompe-se um movimento brusco</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;">a partir do coração:</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;">tontura, nave, naufrágio</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;">e todas as letras mudas de espanto.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;"><em style="box-sizing: border-box;">A mulher leva as mãos vazias: vai completa. </em></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;">Que instrumento para medir a densidade</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;">e a turbulência</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;">do arrefecimento brutal das mãos?</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;">Um densímetro, um sismómetro?</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;">Quantas horas de dor, de dádiva, de dúvida,</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;">quanto quilómetros de palavras não ditas,</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;">de silêncios acordados,</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;">quantas farpas na face ferida,</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;">quantas toneladas de ternura esboroada?</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;">Quanto de tudo isto e de tudo que não isto</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;">é necessário para se sentir bem</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;">o não sentir?</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;">Procuro com os olhos a mulher</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;">que deixei num verso, aí em cima:</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;">Oh, lá vai ela. As mãos vazias. Completa.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;">Nenhuma espera a perturba.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;">Sairá do poema pelo próprio pé.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;">De pé.<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Lídia Borges - https://gazetadepoesiainedita.blogs.sapo.pt/lidia-borges-escrito-a-frio-223099</span></pre><pre style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #626262; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline: none; overflow: auto; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times new roman, times, serif;">(imagem: pinterest s/ ind. de autoria)<br /></span><span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "times new roman", times, serif; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;"><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
</span><span style="font-family: monospace, monospace;"><br /></span></pre><pre style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline: none; overflow: auto; padding: 0px;"><br /></pre></div>Lídia Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03458458444485945533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7970841900544336498.post-81645025678446684332024-02-26T14:55:00.003+00:002024-02-26T20:38:39.146+00:00Livros<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzgD2r8Gwg_sAkzYy-AKeQ-r6hgW2hA9WYl8QAuDtGkhB5UN8i8nBe_Vdz67VsPUwEXJ6b5Q83Sc7x7hKqyOMe0F-hMQYr1Tw7CuEb9SS2sRS51mwXRVKx4J-9hPR3gJnsfnickmSIOzL3RvlhswTY30iolIgRa8SYtZ3rGB6BsszbA4NjiQeg2lqzcEeF/s681/550x.webp" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="681" data-original-width="545" height="403" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzgD2r8Gwg_sAkzYy-AKeQ-r6hgW2hA9WYl8QAuDtGkhB5UN8i8nBe_Vdz67VsPUwEXJ6b5Q83Sc7x7hKqyOMe0F-hMQYr1Tw7CuEb9SS2sRS51mwXRVKx4J-9hPR3gJnsfnickmSIOzL3RvlhswTY30iolIgRa8SYtZ3rGB6BsszbA4NjiQeg2lqzcEeF/w322-h403/550x.webp" width="322" /></a></div>Trouxe alguns
livros do Correntes D’Escritas, entre eles este que leio agora: “Viver Só” de
Ana Margarida de Carvalho. Trata-se de uma reflexão sobre a questão da solidão
em Portugal em “números, contexto e circunstâncias”, conforme se lê numa das badanas,
mas também um explanar, face ao próprio conceito de solidão. O viver sozinho
nem sempre quer dizer sentir-se sozinho.<o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt;">É um texto
distinto de tudo o que tenho lido da Ana Margarida Carvalho, até hoje, sempre na área da
ficção. Contudo, não me arrependi ainda de ter comprado este cuja escrita é mais jornalística, função que a autora também pratica. Hoje leio o
seguinte, nas páginas 34 e 35:<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt;">«É
perturbador assistir a mães que, de repente, se distraem dos seus bebés e
assumem uma <i><br />poker face</i> de quem já se sintonizou com a outra realidade paralela
do ecrã. As crianças ficam desconcertadas, sentem-se perdidas e fazem tudo para
chamar de volta a atenção maternal: fazem barulho tentam uma aproximação e é
devastador assistir à progressiva desistência de um bebé, que cedo percebe não
conseguir competir com a máquina. […] Na realidade, precocemente as crianças
são confrontadas com este afastamento parental, como se fosse essa,
ironicamente, uma espécie de preparação para o que as pode aguardar na vida
adulta.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt;">Segundo
estudos do ISTEC (Instituto Superior de Tecnologias Avançadas) reportadas em 2010,
o tempo diário que os pais dedicam exclusivamente aos filhos, mal ultrapassa a
meia-hora. […]<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt;">Há muito que
o escritor Mia Couto vem insistindo na ideia de voltar a rehumanizar os
contadores de histórias. Porque as histórias infantis são agora contadas não
por pais, avós ou educadores, mas por máquinas, nos ecrãs, e cada vez mais
cedo. […]<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt;">O tempo todo,
as crianças interagem com máquinas - para comer, para adormecer, para estarem
sossegadas. Esta ausência – a falta do olhar, do sorriso, da expressão facial,
das modelações da voz – poderá ter consequências ao nível do afastamento das
crianças e do desligamento dos adolescentes… Ou, nas palavras do pedopsiquiatra
Pedro Strecht: “A solidão precoce é potenciadora de uma organização neuronal de
progressiva desligação em empobrecimento psíquico.»<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt;"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt;">Porque me dei
ao trabalho de transcrever tudo isto?!<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt;">Porque, a
minha preocupação ganha contornos difíceis de conter e de definir, quando as ameaças
visam diretamente as crianças, pondo em perigo o futuro delas e de todos nós, enquanto coletivo.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt;">Lídia Borges</p>Lídia Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03458458444485945533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7970841900544336498.post-6579412081860702302024-02-25T22:17:00.007+00:002024-02-25T23:04:48.806+00:00Convergências Galiza/Portugal<p> <iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/XmZMWldLk6k?si=4vsiNTcc-P_AbTAy&controls=0&start=2" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.3pt;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">Hoje, último dia do 10º Festival
Cultural Convergências Portugal/Galiza, o Theatro Circo, em Braga, emprestou o palco ao concerto de tributo a </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="text-indent: 28.4px;">Zeca Afonso e </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="text-indent: 21.3pt;">Rosalía de Castro. A voz e a guitarra de Amancio Prada levou-nos
pelos versos de Rosalía a lugares situados na memória dos povos galego e português, nas</span><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="text-indent: 28.4px;"> duas margens do rio Minho,</span><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="text-indent: 21.3pt;"> tão próximos no viver, no falar e no sentir que rio nenhum os separa, todas as águas os unem. Zeca Afonso foi trazido à boca de cena pela </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #333333; text-indent: 21.3pt;">Orquestra Filarmónica de Braga, os <i>Canto d'Aqui</i> e o Coro
de Pais do Conservatório Gulbenkian de Braga. Foram</span><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="text-indent: 21.3pt;"> interpretados temas que marcaram, de forma indelével, uma época e perduraram até aos nossos dias. <i>Venham Mais Cinco</i> e <i>Grândola, Vila Morena</i> foram entoados em coro pelo público que enchia por completo o Theatro e nem a </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="text-indent: 21.3pt;">comoção que espreitava por aqui e por ali, foi suficiente para embargar as vozes.</span><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="text-indent: 21.3pt;"> </span></p><p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.3pt;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="text-indent: 21.3pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Lídia Borges</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.3pt;"><o:p></o:p></p><br /><p></p>Lídia Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03458458444485945533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7970841900544336498.post-68961412957309526762024-02-25T15:59:00.003+00:002024-02-25T22:56:37.583+00:00Ais<p><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBN2EdkZp78ZnTr6CI4M3qVEnNOjGHb1iZc0yjYqyDtNNV8JSQiQyIx8wD0Kq1s8hXjvwkc9wfE5qqv-6pFykQ4k4FncO7Y6Nxln9pDvTeLtMaXszrloWu_jQ7IDGYP5A6Yn4shhHHnW6fikEynKZVaeWFl0zh7hnqakcAaPzi1rcOfMajnLRZBlumdRz5/s686/cd59be7e75ce6e5b58a1a4412df5e0ad.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="686" data-original-width="515" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBN2EdkZp78ZnTr6CI4M3qVEnNOjGHb1iZc0yjYqyDtNNV8JSQiQyIx8wD0Kq1s8hXjvwkc9wfE5qqv-6pFykQ4k4FncO7Y6Nxln9pDvTeLtMaXszrloWu_jQ7IDGYP5A6Yn4shhHHnW6fikEynKZVaeWFl0zh7hnqakcAaPzi1rcOfMajnLRZBlumdRz5/w480-h640/cd59be7e75ce6e5b58a1a4412df5e0ad.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><span style="text-align: justify;">Um destes dias</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">talvez sejamos todos ainda mais </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">múltiplos e banais,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">escravos do mesmo senhor,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">em prisões originais.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">Mãos de sangue, mãos astutas,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">agitam </span>bandeiras artificiais</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;">ao vento de verdades absolutas</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;">atrás das quais, </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;">em puro engano, </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">nos vemos </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif">livres e iguais.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">Lídia Borges<o:p></o:p></span></p><div><span face=""Arial",sans-serif"><br /></span></div>Lídia Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03458458444485945533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7970841900544336498.post-89320917288003255942024-02-22T17:58:00.003+00:002024-02-24T14:46:57.326+00:0025 anos de Correntes D'Escritas<p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3472" data-original-width="4624" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlTxzeGzW1raY3BNfGwYnLSvoVVN246AO_J8Cymmwltli_rHMx2T3B527wuttTQpEQA2N_yBR0D-IOU6QOmHuuM675jKA38PY033wUQYE6iJKxGSRmWVnSb8By9HNy6hzeGDbofovhh5bECo7OuNHwlYuhRk2cLHOe9_uaqx950h1Rxed4_iDh_BZHpXAP/w640-h480/1708621065531.jpg" width="640" /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Por estes dias de fevereiro, a Póvoa de Varzim é, desde há 25 anos, um espaço privilegiado para livros, escritores e leitores se encontrarem para refletirem em conjunto sobre as coisas da literatura, que é o mesmo que dizer, sobre as coisas da Vida. A ficção, a poesia, as políticas, as guerras, os homens, os lobos, os cordeiros, os pastores...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Este ano, porque Abril faz 50 anos e os valores de Abril são ali lembrados e louvados, é maior a minha vontade de marcar presença. Gosto do ar salgado que vem do mar, da frescura do vento e das ideias, do atrevimento da palavra livre, lúcida, quantas vezes tocada de dor e desencanto, mas sempre ciente da sua missão de vigilância e resistência.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Lídia Borges</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: arial;">Matem os escritores primeiro</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: arial;">Matem os escritores primeiro</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: arial;">Antes dos sindicalistas, dos políticos e dos rebeldes.</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: arial;">Matem os escritores primeiro e devagarinho.</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: arial;">Mas não com a lentidão da tortura que leva à escrita de versos</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: arial;">que se cravam na memória.</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: arial;">Mas matem os escritores e os cantautores primeiro porque são livres.</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: arial;">E acorrentam-se com muita facilidade uns aos outros, ao chão que os segura e às palavras malditas, à folha limpa como os dias, à liberdade dos povos maior do que a sua:</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: arial;">[...]</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Patrícia Portela</b>, (2024:pag.10) na Revista Comemorativa do Festival.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>Lídia Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03458458444485945533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7970841900544336498.post-55157880124220111132024-02-20T11:44:00.007+00:002024-02-20T14:15:33.291+00:00“Puxar os cordelinhos”<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiompjm9cb1XjESchGfRmOY2aZ8uTY8a7gz0NhRsgEFENokZAszdcCvnCMt6793Y6_k5lwh6I5qS_bSzgPeMDEdinIWCWtxY71dlaBZdMWUqb7irZQYR6inX6LsVrDIkjumWMMwV-YEXmTPNdKgE-8nBaGEMwgyamgDZvhTH02l3WW2ZNYuBnGkphGE8bWc/s480/3f0220edee790f89b7afb8d1ec847bea.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="321" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiompjm9cb1XjESchGfRmOY2aZ8uTY8a7gz0NhRsgEFENokZAszdcCvnCMt6793Y6_k5lwh6I5qS_bSzgPeMDEdinIWCWtxY71dlaBZdMWUqb7irZQYR6inX6LsVrDIkjumWMMwV-YEXmTPNdKgE-8nBaGEMwgyamgDZvhTH02l3WW2ZNYuBnGkphGE8bWc/w428-h640/3f0220edee790f89b7afb8d1ec847bea.jpg" width="428" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT;">A expressão surgiu do nada<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT;">De um fio do pensamento desatada:<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT;">“Puxar os cordelinhos”.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT;">Dito assim em primeira intenção<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT;">Devia ter melhor fama<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT;">Tão <i>leveirinho</i> é o som.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT;">Parece até coisa de criança<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT;">Um cordel, fio ou cordão<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT;">Que se enrola no pião<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT;">E é ver como dança<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT;">E de rodar não se cansa<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT;">Na palma de uma mão.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT;">Minha avó guardava<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT;">Quantos cordelinhos achava<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT;">Vinham a atar os cartuchos<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT;">Do grão do açúcar da cevada.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT;">Coloridas pegas de cozinha<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT;">Com eles, a avó crochetava.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT;"> “Puxar os cordelinhos”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Gesto feio, sorrateiro.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT;">Tanto dos que puxam<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT;">Como os que deixam puxar,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT;">mau fazer, traiçoeiro.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT;">Já não sei de trovas ou guitarras<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT;">sem as cordas repuxadas.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT;">As pegas da minha avó, <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT;">Um pião a rodar só<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT;">São fios da minha memória <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT;">Que sempre haverei de puxar.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT;">Já para os cordelinhos<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT;">Rebanho em pasto vasto<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT;">Chamem outros, maneirinhos<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT;">Que desses, em asco me afasto.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT;">Lídia Borges<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"><i><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #333333; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT;">(pintura: </span><span color="var(--color-text-default)" style="background-color: transparent; font-weight: var(--font-weight-semibold); text-align: left;">Millet, Jean-Francois, séc. XIX)</span></i></span></p>Lídia Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03458458444485945533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7970841900544336498.post-26939448083326676132024-02-18T23:45:00.009+00:002024-02-19T00:10:50.918+00:00Passa lá um rio<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinpsHwIL8awo5DXYR4CULo_0XlVbIpbdRRHLLobDRaQgfC0SSw4pUq88fdUC2eOoLVFdkbHXxRzqa_NV3XDzasOEOkpaYRPrtVXH6EpHiINRfyvtMi8b6tNzv9q4OnBUqmMJZyHpbvsKtjXZWnNEAxzSLuE_zskiiAlNbTW2sT2ONL92l8tFnxwTk6fQCb/s2048/licensed-image.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinpsHwIL8awo5DXYR4CULo_0XlVbIpbdRRHLLobDRaQgfC0SSw4pUq88fdUC2eOoLVFdkbHXxRzqa_NV3XDzasOEOkpaYRPrtVXH6EpHiINRfyvtMi8b6tNzv9q4OnBUqmMJZyHpbvsKtjXZWnNEAxzSLuE_zskiiAlNbTW2sT2ONL92l8tFnxwTk6fQCb/w429-h285/licensed-image.jpg" width="429" /></a></div><span face=""Arial",sans-serif"><o:p><br /> </o:p></span><p></p>
<p align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right; text-indent: 1cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">Leio: </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right; text-indent: 1cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">é um lugar
sem chão, mas </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right; text-indent: 1cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">nesse lugar há
vida e vozes e asas </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right; text-indent: 1cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">e murmúrios e
imagens e versos </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right; text-indent: 1cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">que me foram e
são </span></p><p align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right; text-indent: 1cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;">fermento.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right; text-indent: 1cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 1cm;">E rostos que
me foram berço e coração.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: right;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"> </span><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Lídia Borges</span></i></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Em
momentos de alguma lucidez, constato que a Memória guarda, entre mil coisas insignificantes,
textos apócrifos, escritos sem um mínimo de organização cronológica, autoral, ausência
de referências bibliográficas, de nexos entre ideias e objetos, e de outros
requisitos que nos permitem tecer uma rede de percepções inerentes à maneira própria
de estruturar o conhecimento, com que se planeia e enfrenta o futuro. </span><span style="font-family: arial; text-indent: 1cm;">A Memória,
esse lugar próximo e paradoxalmente distante tem os seus enigmas, grutas insondáveis, </span><span style="font-family: arial; text-indent: 37.7953px;">obstinações</span><span style="font-family: arial; text-indent: 1cm;">.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Passa lá
um rio, isso eu sei. </span><span style="font-family: arial; text-indent: 1cm;">É um rio
de gente viva que amei tanto na vida como amo na morte, águas cortadas, interrompidas (abruptamente, algumas), um rio ao qual não reconheço destino de mar. É uma corrente de pessoas,
mas também das ideias, dos princípios e valores que delas colhi e me serviram (servem) de farol, em todos os tempos. É um rio
estranho, esse. Se lhe falta caudal, inscreve-se noutros leitos, noutros textos
que, cheios de rasuras, não ousam cortar-me as v</span><span style="font-family: arial; text-indent: 1cm;">(e)</span><span style="font-family: arial; text-indent: 1cm;">ias
de contacto, obrigando-me ao isolamento, à escuridão. Não podem.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Pergunto
se a Memória será um lugar concreto e estático, onde se possa morar. Penso que
não. Ainda que o fosse, não saberia como lá chegar nem mesmo com o mais
evoluído dos aparelhos de navegação existentes. Não decidimos ir. Só lá, temos consciência
do sítio onde nos encontramos e todas as visões em redor são passado. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Quando de lá se regressa é em queda, de cima
para baixo, como um elevador vertical, sem nenhum mecanismo de controle de velocidade. Daí eu deduzir que a Memória se situa
num lugar ermo, elevado, exposto a tempestades e ventos múltiplos, vindos de toda a parte, podendo, por isso, acusar algum desvio no desenho do real.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial;">É praticamente impossível reconhecer
percursos, apontar coordenadas, neste ato rápido e involuntário de cair a pique
no presente. A Memória chama-nos e expulsa-nos a seu bel-prazer, fica-se à
mercê dela, dona e senhora de vivências, observações, conhecimentos e tudo o que um dia
lhe confiámos. Por incompetência sua, vemos, a dado momento, perdida a informação mais célere para ficarmos com
a narrativa superficial da guardiã desatenta.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Hoje, a percorrer-me
o cérebro, há um desses textos guardados entre coisas insignificantes. Vou lendo. Deparo-me com afinidades que me são
por demais óbvias. Aqui e ali, ouso duvidar, coloco interrogações. Não quero cair nas
artimanhas da Memória que fala como se andasse de bicicleta, sem necessitar de tornar presente o gesto de pedalar. Eu não tolero o piloto automático, quero a consciência palpável, em cada palavra que toco. Volto atrás, refaço as frases, de modo a dar-lhes o
corpo que julgo mais cônsono. Reescrevo-as daqui, de onde vejo todas as paisagens cobertas por uma camada de falibilidade fina, causada pelo tempo que vai do acontecer ao dizer. Escrevo, contudo. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"><o:p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">II<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Sou
levada por um campo de papoilas, flores vermelhas e um povo inteiro a cantar pelas
ruas das cidades hinos de liberdade. Lembro-me. São páginas iniciais, primaveris que perduram
no coração dos justos, tocados pela generosidade e pela benevolência do seu olhar impoluto. Leio sobre amores e desamores, sobre guerras, sobre cárceres e
torturas, sobre mortes e chacinas e muros caídos e muros erguidos e desejos de abraços
e desejos de armas sem remorso ou cansaço.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left; text-indent: 1cm;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> Leio sobre ti, tuas asas de fogo, teu corpo de sal e sol, num poema há muito escrito.
Leio sobre despedidas e chegadas, sobre misérias e abundâncias, a crueldade na repartição do mel e do fel. Leio sobre o desengano e o medo, no meio de um parágrafo impróprio e, na página seguinte, o ar descontaminado, leio a força renovada, a
coragem, a audácia de ficar.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /><o:p></o:p></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"><o:p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">São alguns
destes textos que, em dias de maior nostalgia, procuro na Biblioteca da Memória,
ainda que me possam ser incertos os autores que por lá deambulam, tirando e acrescentando
vírgulas, reticências, pontos e contrapontos. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Lídia Borges </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><o:p></o:p></span></p>Lídia Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03458458444485945533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7970841900544336498.post-56374897520783906242024-02-16T18:18:00.001+00:002024-02-16T18:20:29.549+00:00Abraço <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib34PSbwZn9oo_tTNGNsNUXcDaN9W2WwX3Sn4KjuQPfxnijAvQTNL5rgYVNLx3a0L2w0w6OpAmVHfIePappkJr9H2XZITWrWqSmUfoaLE4TFNuPKmmE4NVKNbkkVGo5SejCfLf6N6sTdij2tygo4CdwdLphUVlGU2hY7GqChd6V28S3FsbClRGr6rn3_WM/s264/9905258_zZhcZ.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="195" data-original-width="264" height="473" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib34PSbwZn9oo_tTNGNsNUXcDaN9W2WwX3Sn4KjuQPfxnijAvQTNL5rgYVNLx3a0L2w0w6OpAmVHfIePappkJr9H2XZITWrWqSmUfoaLE4TFNuPKmmE4NVKNbkkVGo5SejCfLf6N6sTdij2tygo4CdwdLphUVlGU2hY7GqChd6V28S3FsbClRGr6rn3_WM/w640-h473/9905258_zZhcZ.jpeg" width="640" /></i></a></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"><div style="text-align: right;"><i>(Pintura - <span style="background-color: #f9f7f0; text-align: center;">Vladimir Kush)</span></i></div></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">Destronados à força<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">do equilíbrio a que nos habituámos<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">observamos absortos<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">a rua onde todo o movimento<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">cessa. Só o choro da chuva<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">soa frio no fundo da retina<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">e nunca os horizontes interiores<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">se irmanaram tão justamente<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">à estreiteza do sol.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">Poder ser ainda um abraço fechado<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">para te guardar menina,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">cheia de sonhos e fulgores<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">e borboletas a brincar-te nos olhos.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">Neles não se descortinava ainda a sombra<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">de futuros a florirem em longínquos <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">jardins de gelo e boreais auroras.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">No regaço deserto de hoje<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">subitamente,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">um poema estilhaça-se com ruído. Em
queda <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">mil fragmentos vão aninhar-se <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">num misterioso lago de torpor.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Lídia Borges (reeditado)</span></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif"><br /></span></p>Lídia Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03458458444485945533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7970841900544336498.post-64865036593117334232024-02-12T12:05:00.004+00:002024-02-12T18:26:11.235+00:00Não fosse por aí Carnaval<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4vD4UnzIETskWXYlkUVL_9fn6uc710zmr96D0HrGY0HcSdzl9hXXPDp8MplxWNYiNUp_jxHS6-3ZtAC6Vays7jussOjn5Wjzmw54qjsr7PNIglv5UxFGY-wC96GMJhgtnEtde54DAJRhe4d0hJvktTN9iiy44kUd_MB7Llm8Mt77_vwNXjK6pvl2ElRAp/s1200/que-me-contas-la-columna-de-edi-zunino-1127247.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1200" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4vD4UnzIETskWXYlkUVL_9fn6uc710zmr96D0HrGY0HcSdzl9hXXPDp8MplxWNYiNUp_jxHS6-3ZtAC6Vays7jussOjn5Wjzmw54qjsr7PNIglv5UxFGY-wC96GMJhgtnEtde54DAJRhe4d0hJvktTN9iiy44kUd_MB7Llm8Mt77_vwNXjK6pvl2ElRAp/w640-h480/que-me-contas-la-columna-de-edi-zunino-1127247.jpg" width="640" /></a></div> <p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt;">Terias
muito a mudar em ti</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt;">não fosse
por aí Carnaval.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt;">Quando
caminhas comigo ao lado<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt;">que música
ouves no íntimo dos teus passos?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt;">O
movimento presente e quotidiano</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt;">livre de surpresa, mistério ou intriga?</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt;">As brumas
do futuro<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt;">densas de realidade</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt;">como num filme de guerra<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt;">de Steven Spielgberg?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt;">Ou as albas
do passado?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt;">Que farás
com elas<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt;">tão repletas
de simetrias improváveis?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt;">…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt;">(Cansei
de perguntas?)<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt;">É de
respostas a minha sede incontida<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt;">-Não
to disse já?)<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt;">Não fosse
por aí Carnaval<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt;">e poderias
mudar em ti<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt;">essa mania de guardar entre os livros</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt;">folhas mortas </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt;">e cinzas
de quarta-feira.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt;">Lídia
Borges<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></p>Lídia Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03458458444485945533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7970841900544336498.post-11611941812272306342024-02-11T12:25:00.003+00:002024-02-11T12:30:50.590+00:00Milagre<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnnFAw18AiZAFuj046EdSL8TcA8T-BrReCeduhj5-GBfzCrrF2M4WatUHobTkhuyFomZ3Ho_qodPjV2EN1g7kTVAl91LikFebojzhtB87IyHfYNRgT_GnD7pq9MEdtFZ7-9da8LwV5tDMWaU_5764uNxLC_kTXJSMmmnCWZD-AJSu3IxA4l4600BgrsrOX/s798/fe0a030ea555cc60e5f04fc28751f0fe.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="798" data-original-width="564" height="473" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnnFAw18AiZAFuj046EdSL8TcA8T-BrReCeduhj5-GBfzCrrF2M4WatUHobTkhuyFomZ3Ho_qodPjV2EN1g7kTVAl91LikFebojzhtB87IyHfYNRgT_GnD7pq9MEdtFZ7-9da8LwV5tDMWaU_5764uNxLC_kTXJSMmmnCWZD-AJSu3IxA4l4600BgrsrOX/w335-h473/fe0a030ea555cc60e5f04fc28751f0fe.jpg" width="335" /></a></div><br /><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">Predisposto a sofrer a
inquietação </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif">imposta pelo poeta,</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">o leitor impacienta-se<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">com tanta pergunta sobre o
mundo.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">A dado momento, é de
respostas </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif">a sua sede incontida.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">Abre um livro em estado </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif">d</span><span face="Arial, sans-serif">e inexplicável perturbação</span><span face="Arial, sans-serif">.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">É o milagre que busca, </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif">quando pega nas palavras</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">e as agita, cuidadosamente, </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif">esperando que delas</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">se desprenda uma verdade
qualquer,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">uma qualquer verdade. </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Uma verdade.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Fechado o livro, todos os
apelos por saciar, <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">regressa </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif">a casa,</span><span face="Arial, sans-serif"> à ausência nos
recantos</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">onde se comprimem contra o
coração<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">mil caligrafias inexplicáveis.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Até ao pórtico de um livro outro, </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">à ogiva de outras palavras,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">à abóbada onde germinam os milagres,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">será este, sempre este o impossível </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif">mapa </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">das viagens inacabadas.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">Lídia Borges <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">(imagem: Pinterest, s/ ind. autoria)</span></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></i></span></p>Lídia Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03458458444485945533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7970841900544336498.post-59204671705730274692024-02-08T18:36:00.003+00:002024-02-08T18:36:58.916+00:00Manuel António Pina / A poesia vai <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKxXoSSH5D4Xp2UTQYuPJs4W23On_YxkkBTU85a_nh81LV-j-FqkK3CJSK0LSRlS2aZBrtYc0DCmEWL13uzCE0fd3h4s7_2q-6vOEb-246Z6gm4yq9Eq_YkSKpVDYC1rdBCRQNJmHJRpk2YJ4SRxDh-oZXje0zJcp61_Q3CVTwmXX-GdPBlC0aN1NnJmIx/s296/manuel-antonio-pina.webp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="296" data-original-width="250" height="383" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKxXoSSH5D4Xp2UTQYuPJs4W23On_YxkkBTU85a_nh81LV-j-FqkK3CJSK0LSRlS2aZBrtYc0DCmEWL13uzCE0fd3h4s7_2q-6vOEb-246Z6gm4yq9Eq_YkSKpVDYC1rdBCRQNJmHJRpk2YJ4SRxDh-oZXje0zJcp61_Q3CVTwmXX-GdPBlC0aN1NnJmIx/w323-h383/manuel-antonio-pina.webp" width="323" /></a></div><br /><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-language: PT;">A poesia vai acabar, os poetas<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-language: PT;">vão ser colocados em lugares mais úteis.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-language: PT;">Por exemplo, observadores de pássaros<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-language: PT;">(enquanto os pássaros não acabarem).<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-language: PT;">Esta certeza tive-a hoje ao entrar numa repartição pública.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-language: PT;">Um senhor míope atendia devagar ao balcão;<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-language: PT;">eu perguntei: «Que fez algum poeta por este senhor?»<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-language: PT;">E a pergunta afligiu-me tanto<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-language: PT;">por dentro e por fora da cabeça<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-language: PT;">que tive que voltar a ler toda a poesia<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-language: PT;">desde o princípio do mundo.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-language: PT;">Uma pergunta numa cabeça. — Como uma coroa de espinhos:<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-language: PT;">estão todos a ver onde o autor quer chegar? —<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-language: PT;"><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">
Manuel António Pina (2012:p.38), <i>Todas as Palavras. </i>De<i>:</i> (1969),<i> Ainda não é o Fim nem o Princípio do Mundo Calma é apenas um pouco tarde.</i></span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-language: PT;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-language: PT;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; mso-fareast-language: PT;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></p>Lídia Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03458458444485945533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7970841900544336498.post-18613647403723210812024-02-06T22:29:00.007+00:002024-02-06T22:42:37.294+00:00(Dos) tempos<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyQ2dNgBHhWwMMVMr2C_oGlkqtFzHVKPiLoGUyLbpSvW-QR40frsZklQik6QElUWqc3K1vYyyZ5ZBdbr8vpcP-3_LQsLFtH2N6PLMA_FIL7Lb0kvowEde6w4qVODPCn9Dxc0ynfOhCSpwqScuq7zDLVLrM7KrraKr613jwUDdnxdVMEUYvCS_EtoRVB3e6/s699/1707255263209.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="699" data-original-width="660" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyQ2dNgBHhWwMMVMr2C_oGlkqtFzHVKPiLoGUyLbpSvW-QR40frsZklQik6QElUWqc3K1vYyyZ5ZBdbr8vpcP-3_LQsLFtH2N6PLMA_FIL7Lb0kvowEde6w4qVODPCn9Dxc0ynfOhCSpwqScuq7zDLVLrM7KrraKr613jwUDdnxdVMEUYvCS_EtoRVB3e6/w378-h400/1707255263209.jpg" width="378" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Ainda assim, </span><span style="font-family: arial;">recentemente, em Lisboa, diante de um grupelho de manifestantes, daqueles robustos "halterofilistas" com muitas tatuagens na pele, veneno na voz e ódio no olhar, uma mulher, do alto da sua indignação: </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">"calados, sois poetas... calados, sois poetas." </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Talvez a Esperança não esteja completamente perdida.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Lídia Borges</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><br /><p></p>Lídia Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03458458444485945533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7970841900544336498.post-77129637919925405372024-02-05T19:01:00.001+00:002024-02-05T19:01:11.923+00:00Imagens<div><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="902" data-original-width="564" height="487" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfosnbTFbpdxADAakTyLOgQzWjDdBYNBi6TRVWHio46l0aBQNFvJYT7jeuKniwcuCvq871poLYhTA9OB0f6JIhwhLUF0OMBWmpFd-sD3PHH2nLsIs96grrByerUba8aIesAlawpT53zYEWC_CHECQBPp2-CCLwmEQyisJbpoJ1yyDFE6rjxFsbNmVO0Rly/w304-h487/1.jpg" width="304" /></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br /></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">Quando me pedires, por graça
ou carência, que escreva um poema com a tua voz, não contes que o vá fazer com
palavras minhas. Saberei eleger das tuas, aquelas que guardas no fundo de
gavetas empenadas, julgando-as inacessíveis e impenetráveis.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Quando me pedires que
escreva um poema, a partir de ti, com a tua voz, quererás, por certo e, por
vias imperfeitas, conhecer a imagem que tenho de ti guardada na minha arca de sigilos.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">Escrever a partir de ti, com
palavras tuas é um jogo indolor, porque me és lonjura e descampado, porque não necessito de pôr no que digo a
dor de um parto concreto, mas tão-só a prosa provável que tu, sobre ti, jamais
escreverias.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">Se pudesse aceitar este improvável pedido, serias certamente o
primeiro leitor desse texto bastardo. Entrarias nele para achar o ignorado, descobrir, não apenas as
feições com que te modelo, mas também a possibilidade objetiva de te enfrentares sem filtros, </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">remições ou </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">indulgências.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">Desagrada-te? Pois é sempre possível discordar, poderias até, se assim o entendesses, rasgar a página onde a tua voz se explana, todavia, eu passaria a ser o teu espelho quebrado onde, narciso
ofendido, não deixarias de te mirar.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;">Percebes agora a minha relutância em escrever com a tua voz?</span></p></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"><i>Lídia Borges</i></span><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></div>Lídia Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03458458444485945533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7970841900544336498.post-20566608706809027372024-02-03T12:06:00.003+00:002024-02-03T12:12:19.617+00:00Em branco<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoy7Qcj4mG7JW4Vilo7X2pi7teUFxI-GE9WB-5Frxm7qG-u7Cns7-w40a53fS6daIFHkxlKIZa-q0Go2cUr1plZMD2aZ3MCd76s2pPlcQ0G4LN7winxunTiZ6wgVMFjlozVQdy15lEw8tCLZQp4AwuQbqeDQIE2M1ds2zbXGy12OBw1AUHEKVaEpCDgd0v/s1057/e3c1519e9fd563cd844c9e245514c1f8.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1057" data-original-width="564" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoy7Qcj4mG7JW4Vilo7X2pi7teUFxI-GE9WB-5Frxm7qG-u7Cns7-w40a53fS6daIFHkxlKIZa-q0Go2cUr1plZMD2aZ3MCd76s2pPlcQ0G4LN7winxunTiZ6wgVMFjlozVQdy15lEw8tCLZQp4AwuQbqeDQIE2M1ds2zbXGy12OBw1AUHEKVaEpCDgd0v/w342-h640/e3c1519e9fd563cd844c9e245514c1f8.jpg" width="342" /></a></div><br /><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">No grupo, ela era a miúda mais <i>chata,<o:p></o:p></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">a que <i>só falava de coisas que vêm nos
livros,<o:p></o:p></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">a que sabia calar-nos a todos<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">com duas ou três palavras<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">inesperadas.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">Não fosse isso e era bem provável<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">que eu me apaixonasse perdidamente<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">pelo verde sombrio nos seus olhos,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">pela delicadeza das mãos e dos gestos<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">ou mesmo pela febril vontade<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">de transformar o mundo.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">[Não, pensando melhor: não <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">por esta última qualidade<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">imperfeita, no feminino].<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">Porém, como faria eu para tocar-lhe o
coração<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">sempre mergulhado em mares distantes<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">e ilhas desconhecidas?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">Como faria ela para me escutar<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">atravessando ventos de mil vagas <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">em constante movimento?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">Talvez num outro livro,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">[tantas vezes escrito e reescrito]<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">ela possa ser a miúda mais dócil do
grupo<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">e eu o rapaz terrestre, ao leme<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">de seus sonhos cor-de-rosa.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif"><o:p> ***</o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">Ou talvez seja esse o tal livro em
branco<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif">desde sempre, negro.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 10pt;">Lídia Borges (2024) </span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 10pt;">(inagem:Pinterest s/ ind. autoria)<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 10pt;"><br /></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 10pt;"><br /></span></i></p>Lídia Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03458458444485945533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7970841900544336498.post-62011272687877475382024-02-02T12:03:00.005+00:002024-02-02T12:06:17.293+00:00Inocência<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGsYuP5NuIB_l86hIaysvenpXPJq3JB7bnXz9X-ibP8HbozRUmvqWSxsE2DiY3nfVMlaM743Tl1Dy73s7lmkTXUpEB8uy1f4Dh_R-wGIotiniy-k7MBYlV39SKzsYs35fZ1g04exytSuVXpY8mELUps4in6Ymp5bOipjsTarXsE0in-LS_xUadqiYk9KVv/s934/82bcd80d6f681c748632130f23a7dbf4.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="934" data-original-width="670" height="417" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGsYuP5NuIB_l86hIaysvenpXPJq3JB7bnXz9X-ibP8HbozRUmvqWSxsE2DiY3nfVMlaM743Tl1Dy73s7lmkTXUpEB8uy1f4Dh_R-wGIotiniy-k7MBYlV39SKzsYs35fZ1g04exytSuVXpY8mELUps4in6Ymp5bOipjsTarXsE0in-LS_xUadqiYk9KVv/w300-h417/82bcd80d6f681c748632130f23a7dbf4.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial;">Ah, o anjo em ti<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial;">que nunca quiseste matar…<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial;">Sabias lá tu que
te mataria, <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial;">à traição, um dia.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Lídia Borges</span></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">(Pinterest s/ ind. autoria)</span></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></p><br /><p></p>Lídia Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03458458444485945533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7970841900544336498.post-41685866169412427602024-01-31T10:02:00.003+00:002024-01-31T18:13:24.215+00:00Cor-de-rosa<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUgnNev00GVI1abG7GjPyHVUuQLKKl6qwcfQnWruj9pQZX4uRzdKt6aY2buypme9QArcdCaKau_1n_T3uQ8R3XDSSCydUYDgCRnOynNdPyNnlgKWivQMi7gaJWFI04Ltpy9IPisipbdNdm4tja8ZIoAKSCGRZ2et00ppBYZBGX6znNIfAeiWkZh5eEz2wE/s600/5369.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="434" height="453" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUgnNev00GVI1abG7GjPyHVUuQLKKl6qwcfQnWruj9pQZX4uRzdKt6aY2buypme9QArcdCaKau_1n_T3uQ8R3XDSSCydUYDgCRnOynNdPyNnlgKWivQMi7gaJWFI04Ltpy9IPisipbdNdm4tja8ZIoAKSCGRZ2et00ppBYZBGX6znNIfAeiWkZh5eEz2wE/w306-h453/5369.jpg" width="306" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">Hoje é a magnólia</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"> a atravessar-me o primeiro olhar.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Não a palavra magnólia com tudo o que ela possa ter</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">de sedução e encanto. Não a palavra, hoje,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">mas, a magnólia, ela mesma</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">traduzida em braços nus, sem graça nem novidade.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Do lado esquerdo, porém,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">olhada do lugar onde estou,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">acendem-se três novelinhos de cor rosa.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Pouso neles toda a minha atenção</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">e, por momentos, parece-me </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">mais afável e cálido este dia último </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">de janeiro.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Não me furto à carícia.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Lídia Borges (2024/01/31)</span></i><br /> </span></p><p><br /></p></div>Lídia Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03458458444485945533noreply@blogger.com