tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48575688707578721872012-02-20T09:16:20.363-03:00Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.comBlogger4951100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-14785255513122215982012-02-20T09:14:00.001-03:002012-02-20T09:16:20.374-03:00<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Viver a poesia</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">quebrar limites e&nbsp;</span><span style="color: blue;">viver feliz</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">para sempre</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Entregar-se à metamorfose</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">aos mistérios da alma</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">à linguagem</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">da harpa</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Romper os elos</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">do espaço e do tempo</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">extrair da memória os dons</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">sem grandes alardes e permitir </span><span style="color: blue;">que a pena</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">saboreie essas joias </span><span style="color: blue;">que não nos pertencem</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>No eco dos aposentos</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">música e lágrimas</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">suor</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">palavras amigas</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">enredos</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">tropeços</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">arabescos </span><span style="color: blue;">de cinza</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">reflexo do que penso e digo</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">isento e livre</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Voar</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">na galeria d</span><span style="color: blue;">a</span><span style="color: blue;"> poesia</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Verso</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">que vai e vem </span><span style="color: blue;">pelo universo</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-1478525551312221598?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-23785944250809784482012-02-20T08:12:00.000-03:002012-02-20T08:12:51.857-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Viver</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">em estado de poesia</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">sair do casulo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">hoje e sempre</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Viver a poesia</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">em seu esplendor</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">extraí-la da memória e permitir</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">que a pena saboreie</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">até o limite</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">de seu tempo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Tatuar na folha</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">branca</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">um leque </span><span style="color: blue;">de fé</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">na poesia</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">que quer</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Acenar às mentes</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">sensíveis e decididas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">alugar corpo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">mente espírito</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">que eleva o ser</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">ao grau maior</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">num dar e receber</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Confidenciar</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">obra concluída e partir</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">para o abraço</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">num ritual poético</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">que se perpetua</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">pelos séculos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Viver a poesia</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">que se apodera de mim</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">que me envolve e me deixa</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">a sua mercê</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>A ela&nbsp;entrego</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">os meus sentidos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">sem pestanejar&nbsp;e faço</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">do meu dia</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">um retrato de vida</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">com toques</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">de fantasia e magia</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">para que se voltem e ofertem</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">seu voto</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">consagrador</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-2378594425080978448?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-76376384899831342672012-02-18T18:32:00.000-03:002012-02-18T18:32:22.586-03:00<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>O&nbsp;que dá maior trabalho</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">é juntar peça por peça</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">ato por ato</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">que seja bom</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">para sempre</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Dá maior trabalho</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">colar o mar </span><span style="color: blue;">na esteira do caminho</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">para não morrer de sede</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Dá trabalho</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">ser dançarino</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">ter a sua dança</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">ser a sombra</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">de si mesmo</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">sem que seja preciso</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">falar ou cantar </span><span style="color: blue;">o seu desejo</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Como se fosse destino</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">dá trabalho</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">concordar</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">se mostrar</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">ou não</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-7637638489983134267?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-88640490468793577302012-02-11T07:57:00.000-03:002012-02-11T07:57:29.986-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>O que o mundo quer</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">de mim</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">nessa dança</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">é que eu extravase</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">meus sentimentos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">minhas emoções</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">quando canto</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">quando choro</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">rio ou me debruço</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">em lamentações</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>O que o mundo quer</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">é que eu dê</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">a volta por cima</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">sem me quebrar </span><span style="color: blue;">ou achar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">que o que faço</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">é bom ou não</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>E nesse vai e vem</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">me esfarrapo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">quando penso em um bem</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">que não seja aquele</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">que palpita</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">no meu ser</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Dimensiono o meu ser</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">no espaço</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">onde consumo o meu viver</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">certo de que tudo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">está escrito e só necessito</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">descartar a couraça</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">que envolve</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">os meus dons</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-8864049046879357730?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-34520058760252035512012-02-06T07:18:00.005-03:002012-02-07T16:38:00.103-03:00<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nesse instante</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">o muito acontece </span><span style="color: blue;">por trás dos panos</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Distintos </span><span style="color: blue;">ou invisíveis</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">tocam os fios da alma</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Pássaros em voo</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">leveza</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">graça</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">beleza</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Um bom poema</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">um sentimento </span><span style="color: blue;">que se veste</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">sem direção</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nada acontece</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">por acaso</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Rascunhos</span></strong><br /><span style="color: blue;">expostos </span><span style="color: blue;">ao tempo</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">passados a limpo </span><span style="color: blue;">num momento </span><span style="color: blue;">de lucidez</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">com a têmpera </span><span style="color: blue;">da consciência</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">No ocaso do tempo </span><span style="color: blue;">são eleitos</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">os sentimentos</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Vigoram</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">entre sonhos e mágicas</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">despertam </span><span style="color: blue;">no oásis suculento </span><span style="color: blue;">do teatro da vida</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">onde personagens interagem</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">nas janelas dos atos</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nesse mesmo instante</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">vozes em coro </span><span style="color: blue;">colorem o vento</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">com mensagens </span><span style="color: blue;">de festa e cor</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Acordes espertos</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">concerto diluviano </span><span style="color: blue;">que lava a alma</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">nos berços áureos</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">da vida</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Num flash</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">explodem as redes </span><span style="color: blue;">da imaginação e garantem</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">a continuação </span><span style="color: blue;">da poesia</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">palmo a palmo</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">sem pé</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">nem cabeça</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-3452005876025203551?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-82950144729255500332012-02-05T13:47:00.001-03:002012-02-05T13:51:04.101-03:00<span style="color: blue;"><strong>Tenho fé nessa jornada</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">encaro coisas boas</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">de peito aberto</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Na madrugada</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">solidão</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">não tem lugar</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-8295014472925550033?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-17424026795527516602012-01-29T07:48:00.009-03:002012-02-04T19:08:23.932-03:00<div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">No silêncio</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">eu </span><span style="color: blue;">e o verso </span><span style="color: blue;">lado </span><span style="color: blue;">a lado</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Conquistas</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">tropeços líricos</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">mas de pé </span><span style="color: blue;">rumo ao infinito</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>No silêncio</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">sentimentos </span><span style="color: blue;">f</span><span style="color: blue;">antasias </span><span style="color: blue;">segredos</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">palavras afogadas</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">geradoras de figuras</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">borbulham </span><span style="color: blue;">num mar de rosas</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Ouvidos&nbsp;falam e a boca se cala</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">para ouvir o invisível</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">busca&nbsp;retorno e contorna</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">os </span><span style="color: blue;">momentos </span><span style="color: blue;">hibernados</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">n</span><span style="color: blue;">os claros da poesia</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>A&nbsp;malha da poesia</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">tece o mapa da criação</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">com fios de fantasias e&nbsp;quimeras</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">No silêncio</span></strong><br /><span style="color: blue;">tudo se transforma e </span><span style="color: blue;">toma forma</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>A&nbsp;semente i</strong></span><span style="color: blue;"><strong>nforme e sem vida</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">germina </span><span style="color: blue;">e acolhe</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">a eterna </span><span style="color: blue;">poesia</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Cada verso</span></strong><br /><span style="color: blue;">é&nbsp;o verso </span><span style="color: blue;">dos versos</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">o porta-voz fiel da mensagem confiada</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que transita pelo meu mundo</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">com vida nova</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Cada palavra</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">torna-se a tônica da vida</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">que no silêncio&nbsp;acorda o tônus</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">da imortal&nbsp;veia lírica</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-1742402679552751660?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-64744923604873397882012-01-21T07:23:00.000-03:002012-01-21T07:23:01.345-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Em pleno verão</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">falei e disse</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">aos céus e terras</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">que paz e guerra</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">não se misturam</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Declarei</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">que dores e alegrias</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">são adversos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Frutos sãos</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">ou doentes</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">que degeneram</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">ou brotam</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">em momentos lúdicos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">ou de prantos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Flores ou dores</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">nas estações da vida</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">desbotada</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">ou colorida</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-6474492360487339788?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-16011206902938007542012-01-16T21:41:00.003-03:002012-01-19T17:23:16.946-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Atropelou a vida</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">aninhou desejos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">garimpou interesses</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">folheou ideias</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">descolou&nbsp;e</span><span style="color: blue;">stilos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Pelos caminhos</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">sapecou carinhos</span><span style="color: blue;"> semeou desgraças</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">num compasso louco</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>E de fase em fase</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">transportou ameaças </span><span style="color: blue;">surgidas do nada</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">cabeça errante </span><span style="color: blue;">onde o nada </span><span style="color: blue;">impera</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nos caminhos pedregosos</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">retirou espinhos</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">colheu rosas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">ergueu barreiras e despencou</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">sem cor nem sabor</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Labirinto</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">degredo da espécie</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">aconchego </span><span style="color: blue;">que se aninha</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">nas&nbsp;memórias reunidas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Águas profundas</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">que&nbsp;borbulham</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">sem pé </span><span style="color: blue;">nem cabeça</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-1601120690293800754?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-42088541965336957422012-01-08T21:49:00.001-03:002012-01-08T21:50:27.656-03:00<span style="color: blue;"><strong>B</strong>odas de diamante</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>O</strong>rquestra</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>D</strong>ivina que enlaça</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>A</strong>lba e José</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>S</strong>essenta anos</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>D</strong>edicados um ao outro</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>E</strong>volução sadia</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>D</strong>escobertas</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>I</strong>númeras formas de fazer o outro feliz</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>A</strong>mizade</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>M</strong>ensagem de amor</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>A</strong>lba e José</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>T</strong>ransformam problemas em soluções</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>E</strong>méritos</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-4208854196533695742?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-1866612027748570092012-01-06T07:08:00.002-03:002012-01-07T09:30:13.466-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>O sonho extraviado</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">acende de madrugada e </span><span style="color: blue;">garimpa</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">a rotina do olhar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Acordes ondulados</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">estilo piscante </span><span style="color: blue;">do amanhecer</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>E o ponto alto desse enlevo</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">é trevo de felicidade</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">à mercê de promessas </span><span style="color: blue;">encalhadas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">num presente </span><span style="color: blue;">contínuo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">que reagem</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">à espera do próximo movimento</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">do pêndulo da história</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Na madrugada o céu</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">se abre</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Chuta </span><span style="color: blue;">as pedras</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">como quem não quer </span><span style="color: blue;">nada</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>O&nbsp;delírio</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">corrompe a noite e cresce</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">dentro de mim</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">cria um vai e vem </span><span style="color: blue;">de querubins e fadas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">numa alternâ</span><span style="color: blue;">ncia</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">entre o dar e o receber</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Câmbio de luzes</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">cores e sons</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Varinhas de condão</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">que ricocheteiam entre&nbsp;</span><span style="color: blue;">sombras e luzes</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">tocam o céu do mundo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">provocam magias</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Encantos</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">que&nbsp;se bifurcam e iluminam</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">os cordões </span><span style="color: blue;">da madrugada</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-186661202774857009?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-27521556755452791592012-01-05T17:18:00.003-03:002012-01-06T07:14:13.584-03:00<div class="post"><div class="post_header"><h2 class="title"><span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"><em>O comboio da esperança<br />carrega em seu bojo<br />as teclas do porvir</em></span></h2><h2 class="title"><span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"><em>Parte em lua de mel<br />com a vida e nas estações<br />recebe as rezas das famílias</em></span></h2><h2 class="title"><span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"><em>Monta seu palco com cenas<br />revestidas de sabedoria</em></span></h2><h2 class="title"><span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"><em>Regido pelos concertos<br />das noites de Natal</em></span></h2><h2 class="title"><span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"><em>O&nbsp;sonho aqui e ali<br />amealha dons<br />crescidos nas rotas<br />itinerantes</em></span></h2><h2 class="title"><span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"><em>Cria eventos<br />que vão além<br />do pensamento</em></span></h2><h2 class="title"><span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"><em>Nesta rota peregrina<br />o mundo brilha e brilham figuras<br />repletas de sonhos e fantasias</em></span></h2></div><div class="content"><br /></div><div class="content" style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-2752155675545279159?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-47640591776855359382012-01-05T17:08:00.000-03:002012-01-05T17:08:35.975-03:00<span style="color: blue;">Deus permita que nunca o Mercado Gasparotto saia daqui, pois é de uma grande família que presta serviços valiosos à comunidade em que está inserido. Os donos são atentos aos clientes, que os procuram pessoalmente ou por telefone, para solicitar produtos. Estes são vendidos a preços módicos. A família sabe como e está sempre exercendo a nobreza de bem servir.</span><br /><br /><strong><span style="color: blue;">Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-4764059177685535938?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-79048385808402217242012-01-05T16:59:00.000-03:002012-01-05T16:59:49.312-03:00<span style="color: blue;">Fila do sofrimento foi o nome dado à fila preferencial de um banco pela cliente que esperou em pé por mais de 1 hora. Havia somente quatro assentos para cerca de 25 pessoas. Ainda falou que há banco que oferece senhas e chama dois idosos para cada menor de 60 anos.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-7904838580840221724?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-72013879512301214622012-01-05T16:55:00.000-03:002012-01-05T16:55:32.851-03:00<span style="color: blue;">O nascimento de Jesus Cristo em 25 de dezembro foi oficializado no século IV. Antes, as comemorações duravam até 12 dias, ou seja, o tempo que os três Reis Magos levaram para chegar à cidade de Belém, onde presentearam o Menino com ouro, mirra e incenso. Já a tradição da árvore de Natal pode ter começado em 1530, na Alemanha, com Martinho Lutero. Ele ficara impressionado com a beleza dos pinheiros cobertos de neve e das estrelas, que brilhavam entre os galhos de árvores. Em sua casa usou galhos de árvores&nbsp;e velas acesas, para mostrar aos familiares a bela cena que havia presenciado.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-7201387951230121462?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-25072327678472502602011-12-26T12:50:00.000-03:002011-12-26T12:50:06.425-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>O que faço</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">é levado ao espaço</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">que me dá resposta no meio da noite</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Ao som de tambores</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">aquece meus dias e inspira tarefas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">engarrafadas na consciência demagoga</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">nos arredores da vida</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>O que me assalta são os valores</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">recebidos nos caminhos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">que se desvirtuam a passos largos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">no trem bala dos sonhos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Sigo rotas </span><span style="color: blue;">traçadas</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">pelo destino e me recolho </span><span style="color: blue;">ao ninho</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">sem pensar que por trás de tudo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">desalinho meus consertos e torno a arranjá-los</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">de forma perfeita</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">como manda o figurino</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>São trejeitos</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">que não cabem no espaço em que vivo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">pois dependem da arte</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">que transfigura os moldes da poesia</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">estrutura cada enlevo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">mescla rotina e sabatina tudo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">ao meu redor</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Questiono meus versos e lanço-os</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">no universo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">onde dão vez e voz</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">à doçura da fala</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-2507232767847250260?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-86641407008322555702011-12-17T22:27:00.001-03:002011-12-18T23:10:24.970-03:00<span style="color: blue;"><strong>Os mistérios que movem os seres da natureza</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">nos dão certeza de que verdades e mentiras</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">estão intimamente ligadas </span><span style="color: blue;">com o desenrolar das tabuadas</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que se contradizem na esfera </span><span style="color: blue;">do pensamento</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>É salutar esse ser ou não ser</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">esse acreditar ou não acreditar</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que verdades e mentiras </span><span style="color: blue;">caminham juntas</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">em tormentas ou estios</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">para chegar a um consenso </span><span style="color: blue;">da crença</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">em um desempate </span><span style="color: blue;">gerador da sensatez</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que intercede na escolha </span><span style="color: blue;">das indagações</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">geradas no universo </span><span style="color: blue;">da natureza</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Os feixes de luz </span><span style="color: blue;">que circulam ao meu redor</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">dissipam dúvidas embalsamadas </span><span style="color: blue;">nas linhas do tempo</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>As luzes encenam olhares</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">pelo mundo </span><span style="color: blue;">da fantasia e da realidade</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">em tons que se abrem </span><span style="color: blue;">aos ruídos</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">formados </span><span style="color: blue;">pelo ir e vir</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">do passado</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">As preces do entardecer </span><span style="color: blue;">liberam sons que se calam</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">sempre que as vozes se levantam</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">para sugerir ou criticar eventos</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">em desalinhos</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Momento captado pelas imagens</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">que se deturpam na imensidão dos tempos e desafiam</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">todas as regras na vastidão das eras</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Sem mais nem menos </span><span style="color: blue;">o assédio das conquistas</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">provoca desditas </span><span style="color: blue;">nos transparentes caminhos</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">da imaginação</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>A dor da desdita</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">sobressai nos clarões </span><span style="color: blue;">da conturbada lei</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">negociada na paz e na guerra</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">entre os gênios que se manifestam</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">&nbsp;nas comédias e tragédias</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Consolo</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">que ultrapassa </span><span style="color: blue;">os umbrais do pensamento</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">com mensagens estereotipadas</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">que lembram etapas de um todo</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">que não volta mais</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Tudo corre ao meu redor e o sentimento</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">sobrepuja as falhas </span><span style="color: blue;">da fantasia</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">e da realidade</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nessa crendice</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">me deparo </span><span style="color: blue;">com espetáculo circense</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">De cambalhota </span><span style="color: blue;">em cambalhota chego à cena</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">imposta pelo desejo </span><span style="color: blue;">de rodar</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">rodar </span><span style="color: blue;">na corrida que embala o meu eu</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">para os eus centralizados no mundo das ideias</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">Sem misticismos</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Sem coerência</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">mas latente</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">pulsando com o vento norte ou sul</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">exposto no aqui e no depois</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>O talento esvoaça</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">pelos canteiros da imaginação e se interlaça</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">nas abóbodas criativas </span><span style="color: blue;">onde o verbo</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">marca presença</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-8664140700832255570?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-40681034428713063952011-12-05T14:34:00.003-03:002012-01-10T19:15:15.412-03:00<div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">A minha memória </span><span style="color: blue;">registra o tempo</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">que se dissolve </span><span style="color: blue;">na era digital</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">com apelos de todas as cores</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Marcas de cada passo</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">registradas em voos de pirilampos</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">soltos numa aquarela </span><span style="color: blue;">que reluz</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">na auréola encantada</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Versos mirabolantes</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">que se estendem </span><span style="color: blue;">do A ao Z</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>É o capricho da hora</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">nos repentes da madrugada</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">que assola as paradas do tempo</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">com inventos </span><span style="color: blue;">que refrescam</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">os momentos </span><span style="color: blue;">de lazer e tornam os dias</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">prazerosos e gentis</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Extremos </span><span style="color: blue;">açoitados pelos dias e noites</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">colados nas costas do amanhã</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Isso tudo me agrada e passa </span><span style="color: blue;">a ter ousadia</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">nos tempos da vida</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Isso nada mais é </span><span style="color: blue;">do que a liberdade de criar</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">aquela canção </span><span style="color: blue;">que rodopia na saudade</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Canção que vem e passa os contornos</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">ensaiados </span><span style="color: blue;">ao longo da vida</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">cansada ou ativa</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">que merece aconchego</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">em estilo real</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Canção que reflete a paz</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">consoladora dos dias</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Primo pelo destino</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">que encerra mistérios e milagres</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">na caixa do saber</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Fraldas do tempo</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">que se unem às&nbsp;imagens e se acoplam</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">no rosto da aurora</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Conduzem mensagens </span><span style="color: blue;">nas copas do tempo</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">com&nbsp;chiados do vento viril e despencam</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">com odores de primavera</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">É nessa esfera que revivo </span><span style="color: blue;">o esplendor dos tempos</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">que retinem nos tímpanos </span><span style="color: blue;">do pensamento</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">e alugam terrenos </span><span style="color: blue;">da memória</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">de tempos em tempos</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Hoje o sonho foi além dos limites</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">da consciência</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Deixou </span><span style="color: blue;">esperança</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">que ultrapassa a barreira do som</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">num tom que reflete as calorias </span><span style="color: blue;">abastadas</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">de sombras e luzes</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Transita nas escolas do tempo</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">e sustenta </span><span style="color: blue;">o mundo das ideias</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>E isso chega de mansinho</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">e toma conta de tudo </span><span style="color: blue;">que se instala ao redor</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">sem deixar vestígio</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-4068103442871306395?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-83928486734403077102011-12-02T19:37:00.002-03:002011-12-03T09:02:02.124-03:00<span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nesse pedaço de chão</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">tudo pulsa embalado</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">pelos ditames do coração</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Pulsa o dia</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">pulsa a noite</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">pulsa o espectro solar</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">em sintonia com o universo</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Um vai e vem de emoções</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que circulam nas rodas do mundo</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">carregando consigo</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">a barca do pensamento</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que atrai conquistas</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">esperanças</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nesse pedaço de chão</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">navegam mil pensamentos</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">e nas asas do vento</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">se bifurcam num doce aceno</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que desperta euforia</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">nas horas do riso</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nesse pedaço de chão</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">não há tempo para lágrimas</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>O pensamento recheia os vãos</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">do universo e o resto</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">povoa os ares nas andanças</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">pelo mundo da fantasia</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nesse pedaço de chão</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">a casca do amanhã</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">envolve riso e dor e se abre</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">na passagem dos astros</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que atropelam </span><span style="color: blue;">os vastos campos</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">da imaginação</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Pedaços de história</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que incorporam e revertem</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">o meu tudo</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">com as carícias indeléveis do tempo</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que não volta mais</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Pedaços soletrados</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">nos grãos de areia</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que as intempéries registram</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">para a eternidade</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Na vida</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">são </span><span style="color: blue;">as pequenas coisas</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que nos impedem de voar</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">para outros mares</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Inércia irreverente</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">pregos do comodismo</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que nos prendem aos mistérios</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">de todos os tempos</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-8392848673440307710?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-899772846005020502011-11-28T21:06:00.000-03:002011-11-28T21:06:31.227-03:00<span style="color: blue;">A família é a base de tudo e é nossa obrigação mantê-la pelos séculos e séculos que virão, para que não percamos o sentido da vida. Por isso, o resgate da memória coletiva da família Ehlers ficou tanto mais consolidado e reprodutivo a partir do momento em que foi escrito, pois "nenhum espelho reflete melhor a imagem do homem do que as palavras".</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-89977284600502050?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-26014729360712154752011-11-28T20:59:00.001-03:002011-11-28T21:07:27.194-03:00<span style="color: blue;">Aqui em Porto Alegre temos muitas coisas positivas, mas também existem as negativas.&nbsp;A parada de ônibus em frente a um shopping center beira o Primeiro Mundo e até pede para ser fotografada para servir de modelo, pois é limpa, com bancos para aguardar o ônibus, enquanto que, em vários lugares da cidade, o passageiro espera de pé nas maltratadas paradas de ônibus.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-2601472936071215475?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-84607641332657409212011-11-28T20:50:00.000-03:002011-11-28T20:50:14.944-03:00<span style="color: blue;">Certo dia fui presenteada com uma "viagem"de 20 minutos no Catamarã. Na ida, senti falta de um guia, mostrando o que há de importante às margens de Porto Alegre. Já na volta pude visualizar a Capital, com suas arquiteturas de menor ou maior porte, suas elevações naturais e seu maravilhoso Cais do Porto. Será que um dia poderemos circular livremente pelo cais e apreciar a exuberância das águas, das terras e do céu da nossa cidade?</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Nety maria Heleres Carrion</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-8460764133265740921?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-45286974022979880172011-11-28T20:43:00.000-03:002011-11-28T20:43:05.967-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">Eu</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">face a face</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">com a febre</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">do pensamento</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">que desperdiça</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">imagens</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">e alicia</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">realidades</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">e fantasias</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">Doses maciças</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">do sol</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">da meia-noite</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">caem</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">na terra morna</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">clarinetando</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">aurora</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-4528697402297988017?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-40431020720741917462011-11-28T07:04:00.002-03:002011-11-28T07:07:01.561-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Desvio olhar</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">da rotina </span><span style="color: blue;">que embalsama pensamento</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">sem pé nem cabeça</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Assento olhar</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">nos contornos da vida e retorno distraída</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">pela multiplicidade </span><span style="color: blue;">de fatores</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">alinhados </span><span style="color: blue;">entre o céu e a terra</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Me redimo do cômodo olhar e passo a ter</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">liberdade de criar </span><span style="color: blue;">o meu elenco</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">onde tudo flui através do prisma</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">em que me encontro</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nesse estágio de criação</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">penetro no mistério</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">da poesia</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-4043102072074191746?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-19634844199168183942011-11-21T08:15:00.007-03:002011-11-21T20:17:44.201-03:00<span style="color: blue;"><strong>Esta é a Festa dos Ehlers</strong></span><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Esta é a Festa dos Ehlers</span><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Comemorando o Encontro assim</span><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">É uma alegria sem fim.</span><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>A família Ehlers unida está</strong></span><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Com muita alegria festeja</span><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Tem jovens, idosos, crianças a brincar</span><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">E aqui não existe tristeza</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Tem baile, tem Missa, gincana a vencer</strong></span><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Tem cuca cerveja e churrasco</span><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Tem graça tem riso e piada a contar</span><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">E aqui não existe cansaço</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong><em>Composto na gincana do "Quarto Encontro da Família Ehlers (Fernando e Senhorinha), 15, 16 e 17 de novembro de 1996, em Palmitos/SC".</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Sejam todos bem-vindos</strong></span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">A esse Encontro de Amor</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">De todos os caminhos bem-vindos</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">Carinho amizade calor</span></div><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Que sejam todos bem-vindos</strong></span><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">A esse Encontro de Amor</span><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">Que sejam todos bem-vindos</span><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">A esse Encontro de amor</span></div><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Seguindo a mesma trilha</strong></span><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">Em grande demonstração</span><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">De amor por nossa família</span><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">E crescente união</span></div><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Sigamos nossa jornada</strong></span><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">Sem desistirmos jamais</span><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">De seguir sempre as pegadas</span><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">Deixadas por nossos ancestrais</span></div><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Viveremos dias tão lindos</strong></span><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">Nossos rastros mostrarão</span><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">Que nós estamos seguindo</span><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">Todos na mesma direção</span></div><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Que sejam todos bem-vindos</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">A esse Encontro de Amor</span><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">Que sejam todos bem-vindo</span><span style="color: blue;">s</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">A esse Encontro de Amor</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong><em>Composto para o "Sexto Encontro da Família Ehlers/2002 em São Jerônimo/RS, pela Norma Ehlers Ruiz, neta do Fernando e da Senhorinha, bisneta do Fritz e da Margarida, trineta do Jorge Ehlers e Sophia Speer".</em></strong></span></div><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nós as Manas Ehlers queremos</strong></span><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">Amor paz e união</span><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">Com esses encontros que fazemos</span><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">Que participamos </span><span style="color: blue;">de coração</span></div><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Deixaremos pra nossos filhos</strong></span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">Nosso exemplo de união</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">Temos certeza que chegarão</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;">Com a mesma força e gratidão</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Que esse ano de oitenta e seis</strong></span><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">Seja repleto de sabedoria</span><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">Muita coragem muita união</span><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">É o que esperamos com alegria</span></div><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Às Manas Ehlers eu agradeço</strong></span><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">Nossos encontros que aqui tivemos</span><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">Temos certeza permaneceremos</span><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">Com a mesma força e gratidão</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong><em>"Hino das Manas Ehlers" (Edy, Betty, Nety, Norma, Nelcy, Elisabeth e Jane), as sete filhas da Zilda e do Zeca; netas do Fernando e da Senhorinha; bisnetas do Fritz e da Margarida; trinetas do Jorge Ehlers e da Sophia Speer). Composto pela mana Nelcy Ehlers em 1986 e cantado nos "Chás das Manas Ehlers".</em></strong></span><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><u><strong>Sábado, 19/11/2011, a ZH publicou foto dos nossos ancestrais, Fernando Ehlers (Fritz), esposo de Margarida Pereira Ehlers, filhos e netos.</strong></u></span></div><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong><u>No dia 26/11/2011, esperamos todos os Ehlers no CTG 35, ao lado do Bourbon, Porto Alegre, para a nossa confraternização. Estaremos recebendo sugestões para o próximo encontro da Família Ehlers, com escolha da comissão organizadora (composta pelos descendentes do Fritz: Godofredo (bisavô do Diego), Frederico (pai de Delminda), Fernando (meu avô), Beatriz (avó de Jeanete), Irene (Brilha), Júlia (Ella), Alberto (bisavô de Anelise) Elvira (mãe de Enenive), Orphila Albertina (mãe de Lecy), Maria Philomena (mãe de Lúcia); escollha do local e data(s), com um, dois ou mais dias para o encontro.</u></strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong><u></u></strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong><em>Estamos à disposição para informações e o que necessitarem para esse Encontro - e o próximo Encontro da Família Ehlers.</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong><em>"Os Ehlers fazem a diferença"!</em></strong></span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong><em>Um grande abraço a todos</em></strong></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><em><strong>Nety, Anelise e Renata.</strong></em></span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong><em>PS: Tragam as poesias acima, para que possamos cantá-las todos juntos!</em></strong></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><em><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span></em></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-1963484419916818394?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-74481052925528219512011-11-18T07:16:00.000-03:002011-11-18T07:16:01.395-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Guardo respostas</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">que condizem ou não</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">com o momento de vida</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Insiro no contexto</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">erigido pelo meu pensar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">com aparência</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">de muitos ou poucos amigos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">especulações</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">daqui e dali</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>E assim me volto</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">sem revolta</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">para os contornos que delineei</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">pra começo de conversa</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Movo botões</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">de um lado para outro</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">mas não solto dos dedos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">esses brinquedos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">que atraem sorte</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">sem sortilégios e retratam</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">o gosto verbal</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">pelos temas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">abstraídos da vida</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Isso só é válido</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">se a paisagem</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">for clara e insinuante</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">no espaço giratório</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">do pensamento</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Isso vale a pena</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">quando a dor serena</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">esfiapa as nossas penas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Então questiono</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">o que me rodeia e passo a ter</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">respostas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">aos devaneios</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-7448105292552821951?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-83511483360651395702011-11-09T22:10:00.001-03:002011-11-09T22:12:22.417-03:00<span style="color: blue;">A festa já começou para a <strong>Família Ehlers</strong> e em 26 de novembro de 2011, último sábado, estaremos recebendo todos os Ehlers em Porto Alegre/RS, no Restaurante e Churrascaria do CTG 35, à Avenida Ipiranga, ao lado do Bourbon Ipiranga.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">Neste Segundo Encontro da Família Ehlers será lançado o segundo livro da Família Ehlers - o primeiro livro foi lançado em 2002, em São Jerônimo. O nosso objetivo é o de resgastar a História de nossa família, esquecida ao longo do tempo e deixá-la registrada para todas as gerações.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Confirmações de presença através dos emails:</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Nety: <a href="mailto:netycarrion@gmail.com">netycarrion@gmail.com</a> (51) 3338-5394</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Anelise:&nbsp;&nbsp; <a href="mailto:funideal@gmail.com">funideal@gmail.com</a>&nbsp;(51) 3249-8591</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-8351148336065139570?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-21280372016532296432011-11-09T21:39:00.001-03:002011-11-09T21:39:59.515-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HSvprxvHLlY/Trsc1XmmtAI/AAAAAAAAALE/BhvYjSy4X7M/s1600/convite.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="195" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HSvprxvHLlY/Trsc1XmmtAI/AAAAAAAAALE/BhvYjSy4X7M/s400/convite.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-2128037201653229643?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-71458370827423243412011-11-07T08:04:00.001-03:002011-11-07T08:22:33.027-03:00<span style="color: blue;"><strong>O que me impele a escrever</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">é o grito da natureza</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">é&nbsp;o grito do meu ser</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">é o grito do passado</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que se intala ou não</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">nas paredes</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">do pensamento</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Ecoa nos vãos do tempo e retorna</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">num eco de luz</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Desafia o menor dos seres</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">a uma conversa amiga</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">que se desfaz ou acontece</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">sem nada em troca</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Toca as bordas do infinito</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">entre claves e notas</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">num concerto musical</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Espalha melodias</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">sobre o dorso</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">da marcante noite</span></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Tudo acontece e o estribilho</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">se contenta em repetir </span><span style="color: blue;">o que se sabe</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">criando mundos e fundos</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">batucados no pandeiro da alegria</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Sustenta as faces</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">da magia</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">encerra surpresas </span><span style="color: blue;">nos caminhos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">atapetados de espinhos</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Façanha que desperta interesse</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">pelos vales e montes</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">dessa faceira arte</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Combina imagens</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">cercadas de misticismos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">num desenlace </span><span style="color: blue;">retratado</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">no colorido </span><span style="color: blue;">amanhã</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Doces palavras</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">recheadas </span><span style="color: blue;">de sonhos e fantasias</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">manipulam as sombras</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">do pensamento e avivam o desejo</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">postado no coração gaudério</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>É luta</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">que revida a paz e satisfaz </span><span style="color: blue;">os tempos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">marcados </span><span style="color: blue;">pelo badalar das ilusões</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">nas horas inertes da vida</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Corro atrás do meu perfil</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">para que se mostre aqui </span><span style="color: blue;">de forma leve</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">transparente e deságue</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">na aquarela mágica</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">do pensamento</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Noite sem apitos</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">sem consolo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">exposta à claridade</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">rebate </span><span style="color: blue;">qualquer proposta</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">sem direção e se desmancha</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">em lamentações.</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-7145837082742324341?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-74908854512315318172011-11-05T08:30:00.000-03:002011-11-05T08:30:02.846-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>O voto</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">de Minerva</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">eleva </span><span style="color: blue;">ao grau</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">mais alto e dá ensejo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">ao voto</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">que salva&nbsp;e é alvo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">das multidões</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">de todos os cantos</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-7490885451231531817?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-38590540998145059112011-10-19T08:21:00.000-03:002011-10-19T08:21:23.614-03:00<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Sonho de verão</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">derrete o gelo</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">estampado na face</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">do tempo</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Esconde o rubor</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">dos eternos galanteios</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">nas noites do pensamento</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Gera intrigas</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">chega a consensos</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">no balanço </span><span style="color: blue;">pipocado</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">pelo cansaço </span><span style="color: blue;">do vento</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Sonho que se esvai</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">esbarra no trem bala e dispara</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">em ziguezague</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">não sabe se retorna </span><span style="color: blue;">para a primavera</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">ou desce </span><span style="color: blue;">em qualquer estação</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Sonho de verão</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">no inverno da vida</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Sonho</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">nada mais que um sonho</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">que a névoa apaga</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">aquece</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">esfria</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">para o real</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Que se achega sem licença</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">entra como se sua</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">fosse a c</span><span style="color: blue;">asa</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">detona inquilino</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">toma conta </span><span style="color: blue;">de tudo</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Um sonho apenas</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">gotas cristalinas</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">espelhadas</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">nos molhes da vida</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Brisa </span><span style="color: blue;">no refresco das horas</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">que embala o sonho</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">nos serões</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">das madrugadas</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Na marquise do tempo</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">o sonho roi a corda e despenca</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">no abismo</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">do pensamento</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-3859054099814505911?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-39811464067679027792011-10-16T20:43:00.002-03:002011-10-20T20:38:20.486-03:00<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">O</span>scar da poesia</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">S</span>abatina</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">C</span>abeça</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">A</span>rejada</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">R</span>ecolhe</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">D</span>ons</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">A</span>legrias</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">P</span>aixão</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">O</span>ferenda</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">E</span>ixo</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">S</span>abedoria</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">I</span>cone irresistível</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">A</span>bsoluto</span></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-3981146406767902779?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-28787350294055386042011-10-15T20:37:00.000-03:002011-10-15T20:37:14.662-03:00<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>A festa já começou</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">e os convidados participam</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">como convivas e homenageados</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>A festa já começou</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">e é&nbsp;preciso preparar</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">nosso traje de gala</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>É preciso preparar</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">os manjares</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">os enfeites</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">as músicas</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">pois a festa é alegria</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">é convivência</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">é partilha de vida</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-2878735029405538604?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-47211393766098899712011-10-15T14:09:00.001-03:002011-10-15T20:42:57.044-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Lembranças</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">beliscam o meu pensar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">jogam-se da caixa </span><span style="color: blue;">do pensamento</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">enrolam-se e despencam</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">ao som de notas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">repetidas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">sem ritmo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Coração desbotado</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">calado ou tempestuoso</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">debruça-se </span><span style="color: blue;">pelos caminhos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">no espaço </span><span style="color: blue;">da imaginação</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Canção para dar vida</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">concentrada nas asas do amanhecer</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">distribui-se nas gotas do meu pensar e paralisa</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">os tímpanos do tempo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">bate </span><span style="color: blue;">contra o peito</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">a&nbsp;razão</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-4721139376609889971?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-2639421186578613012011-10-14T20:57:00.001-03:002011-10-14T21:01:12.307-03:00<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><em>São Jerônimo festejou no dia 30 de setembro seus 150 anos de emancipação e aguarda, nos encontro dos rios Taquari e Jacuí, a construção de uma ponte ligando-o a Triunfo.</em></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-263942118657861301?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-78424162199446132772011-10-14T20:49:00.001-03:002011-10-16T20:56:52.834-03:00<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue;">Aos mestres o carinho, </span><span style="color: blue;">o respeito, a gratidão pelo </span><span style="color: blue;">amor dedicado aos seus discípulos.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue;">Pelas lembranças e os ensinamentos </span><span style="color: blue;">para a vida, colocando em nossas mãos </span><span style="color: blue;">as ferramentas que abrem novos horizontes, </span><span style="color: blue;">rumo aos ideais humanos e profissionais.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue;">Obrigada pela doação sem limites, q</span><span style="color: blue;">uestionando, comungando seus conhecimentos </span><span style="color: blue;">e despertando sabedorias em todos nós.</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-7842416219944613277?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-80973675809671093012011-10-08T09:14:00.004-03:002011-10-15T20:55:29.165-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>No meu juízo</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">perfeito</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Estreito laços</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">que apertam ou desatam</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Compasso de espera</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">que se vai janela afora</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">espetado pelos ais</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">que não se conformam</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">dizem não e dizem sim</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">como quem concorda ou discorda</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">com atos e desatos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Empilho trocadilhos</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">com sotaque verde</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">amarelo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Na esfera em que vivo</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">respiro</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">confetes e </span><span style="color: blue;">serpentinas</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-8097367580967109301?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-71520226711013321882011-09-28T11:18:00.006-03:002011-10-08T09:24:48.613-03:00<span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nos meus embalos</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">chacoalho o meu eu</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">para que ele se desloque</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">me acaricie </span><span style="color: blue;">e com agrado</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">me deseje </span><span style="color: blue;">tudo de bom</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que o embalo tem</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Pelos atalhos me equilibro</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">sem noção do perigo</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">sempre à espreita</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">para colher ofertas</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">de fantasias</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Destino incerto e caprichoso</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">bebendo águas de rosas</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Meu pensamento voa pelos ares</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">pelos continentes</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">pelos mares e dá sinal</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">no espaço redondo da liturgia</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">que empresta graça e beleza</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">me embriaga</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">com voos e piruetas</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>O meu ser se agita</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">nos serões da madrugada</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Na sarjeta do tempo</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">entrego tudo que não me diz respeito</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Entrego meu braço forte</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">guarnecido de coragem</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que sobrepuja&nbsp;templos </span><span style="color: blue;">de liberdade</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">costurados em dupla face</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">na outra face</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">do meu eu</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Eu</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">face a face</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">com a face </span><span style="color: blue;">do mundo</span></div><br /><strong><span style="color: blue;">E&nbsp;o que me espera </span><span style="color: blue;">é a febre </span><span style="color: blue;">do pensamento</span></strong><br /><span style="color: blue;">que desperdiça imagens e alicia</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">realidades e fantasias</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Desenha milagres </span><span style="color: blue;">nas cachoeiras </span><span style="color: blue;">da vida</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">que se jogam de cabeça</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">entre aplausos e vaias</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Despenteia a calma</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">das noites </span><span style="color: blue;">congeladas</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">no mistério </span><span style="color: blue;">encarnado</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Doses maciças </span><span style="color: blue;">do sol da meia noite</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">com ternura e despojo</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">caem sobre a terra morna e rolam</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">clarinetando auroras</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>O mundo segue seu passo</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">não olha para trás </span><span style="color: blue;">nem para a frente</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">do poente ou do nascente</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Metas que surpreendem</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">gregos e troianos</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>No lugar de canhões</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">harpas</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">nos tímpanos reluzentes </span><span style="color: blue;">da aurora</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>E assim me disperso</strong>&nbsp;</span><span style="color: blue;">nesse universo rico</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">onde cada estalo </span><span style="color: blue;">atrai palavras e consensos</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">para o&nbsp;som </span><span style="color: blue;">de todas as violas cantantes</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">num arrojo </span><span style="color: blue;">cadastrado nas mentes</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>E isso não é o fim do começo</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">de um sol </span><span style="color: blue;">que apaga e acende</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">no fundo de um lago </span><span style="color: blue;">fosforescente</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que só diz respeito </span><span style="color: blue;">a mim</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">e ao mundo</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">E assim </span><span style="color: blue;">durmo e acordo</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">nesse mundo de fantasias</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">toldado pelo meu eu</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">e o eu </span><span style="color: blue;">daquele</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que me jogou </span><span style="color: blue;">do precipício</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">e me amparou </span><span style="color: blue;">ao rés do chão</span></div><br /><strong><span style="color: blue;">Agora </span><span style="color: blue;">fecho as palavras</span></strong><br /><span style="color: blue;">para que não caiam </span><span style="color: blue;">em contradição</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">e viajem </span><span style="color: blue;">na contramão</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">O que é </span><span style="color: blue;">e o que não é</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">pode ser contado ou calado</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">ante o espetáculo </span><span style="color: blue;">da vida</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>E assim </strong></span><span style="color: blue;"><strong>fecho o livro</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">e me livro </span><span style="color: blue;">das horas mornas</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que incendeiam </span><span style="color: blue;">meu pensamento</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">e depois </span><span style="color: blue;">vão embora</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">sem nem sequer dar satisfação</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">de seus atos</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-7152022671101332188?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-14562934307887652992011-09-27T21:56:00.000-03:002011-09-27T21:56:33.585-03:00<strong><span style="color: blue;">Que penso eu nesse trajeto</span></strong><br /><span style="color: blue;">onde me alicio ao cantar do tempo</span><br /><br /><strong><span style="color: blue;">Tenho as costas largas</span></strong><br /><span style="color: blue;">suporto corridas amargas ou doces</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">nas madrugadas</span><br /><br /><strong><span style="color: blue;">Me entretenho com as palavras</span></strong><br /><span style="color: blue;">que saltam ou se enlaçam</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">para que o mundo </span><span style="color: blue;">me conheça</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">e&nbsp;se abasteça </span><span style="color: blue;">do que penso</span><br /><br /><strong><span style="color: blue;">Só isso me chega</span></strong><br /><span style="color: blue;">e me pega de surpresa</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">nessa hora em que destilo ousadias</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">na emoção de cada dia</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que começa com promessa</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">e finda </span><span style="color: blue;">colada a uma prece</span><br /><br /><strong><span style="color: blue;">Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-1456293430788765299?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-56701938256544189542011-09-27T21:20:00.001-03:002011-09-27T21:21:31.790-03:00<span style="color: blue;"><strong>Vem de ti</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">todo bem</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que assombra</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">meu querer</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Vem de ti</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">todo bem</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que se instala</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">na mala</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">do tempo e viaja</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">na barca</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">do sucesso</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Dispensa</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">comentários</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">faz jus</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">aos aplausos</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que recebe</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">nas estações</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">da vida</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><strong><span style="color: blue;">Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-5670193825654418954?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-83921440869587366702011-09-27T21:16:00.001-03:002011-09-27T21:22:32.550-03:00<span style="color: blue;">Deus permita que nunca</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">o Mercado Gasparotto saia daqui</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">pois é de uma grande família</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que presta serviços valiosos</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">à comunidade</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">em que está inserido</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Os donos são atentos aos clientes</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que os procuram pessoalmente</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">ou por telefone</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">para solicitar produtos</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">estes são vendidos a preços módicos</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">a família sabe como e está sempre</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">exercendo a nobreza</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">de bem servir.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br /><strong><span style="color: blue;">Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-8392144086958736670?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-77009284715156587382011-09-21T08:54:00.000-03:002011-09-21T08:54:12.123-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">A luz </span><span style="color: blue;">que alumia</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">minha vida</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">pede </span><span style="color: blue;">todo o dia</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">que eu decida </span><span style="color: blue;">em seguir</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>ou parar</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>ou retornar</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>para um tempo sem volta</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">que destrava</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">o meu caminho</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Panorama</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">que repudia a sensatez</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">apoiada nas palavras</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-7700928471515658738?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-39261955353271343132011-09-13T13:40:00.002-03:002011-09-14T08:55:41.379-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Réstia de esperança</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">perambula por entre os escuros e claros</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">da memória</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Deita-se&nbsp;</span><span style="color: blue;">ao sol</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">de todas as manhãs</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>É a última que morre</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">cresce</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">vive e transita</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">no dorso da alma</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">com previsões do tudo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">ou do nada</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Esperança</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">que aborta a descrença e aviva</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">a chama da fé</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>A pena que tateia sombras e luzes</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">descobre-se no reflexo </span><span style="color: blue;">das letras</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">e cobre as reticências </span><span style="color: blue;">da palavra</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>A espera é longa</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">chega e se apega aos andares</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">erigidos pelo meu pensar</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">que se dobra às carícias</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">do dia e da noite</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Devolve ao mundo&nbsp;</span><span style="color: blue;">a doçura da vida</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">na mesma moeda</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>A noite desaparece na orla</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">do pensamento e dá lugar à realidade</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">embebida nos extratos do dia</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Alvejo meus pensamentos</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">nos raios incandescentes</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">do sol do meio dia</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">que reflete&nbsp;tons e sons</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">do verão</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-3926195535327134313?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-58448370346273240802011-09-10T08:59:00.004-03:002011-09-20T22:02:53.911-03:00<span style="color: blue;"><strong>Vem de ti todo bem</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que assombra meu querer</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Vem de&nbsp;ti todo bem</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que se instala na mala do tempo e viaja</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">na barca do sucesso</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Dispensa comentários</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">faz jus aos aplausos que recebe</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">nas estações da vida</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Falas e gestos recebem medalhas</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">condecoradas nas batalhas do bem e do mal</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>E assim</strong></span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>A jornada sem sal ganha tempero</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">ditado </span><span style="color: blue;">pelo preciso tato do autor</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">nesse enredo narciso</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Parei no tempo</strong></span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Para acolher aumento generoso</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">da linguagem erudita</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>E o que fica</strong></span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>É castelo de areia</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">cujas sílabas desmoronam</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">no roteiro da poesia</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Verdades ou mentiras</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">sugadas pelas gotas da memória</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Flutuantes poções mágicas</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que despem pesadelos e se vestem de sonhos</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Flerte com&nbsp;as rimas</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">num enlace</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">poético</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Afofo meus dias</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">com a leveza da poesia</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que rola </span><span style="color: blue;">colorida </span><span style="color: blue;">ou em preto e branco</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-5844837034627324080?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-29862915861102322512011-09-05T10:01:00.003-03:002011-09-05T19:26:53.039-03:00<span style="color: blue;"><strong>Uma pedra só não chega</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">para alicerçar o meu viver</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">é palha que </span><span style="color: blue;">escorrega</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">dentro de mim</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Cria limo nas veredas</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">deslustra o cotidiano</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">é&nbsp;dureza</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">é</span><span style="color: blue;"> mó que rebenta</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">nos cotovelos da sorte</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Miragem que ultrapassa</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">o mistério da linguagem</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Reflexão amparada</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">na sabedoria e </span><span style="color: blue;">no misticismo</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Rola de aldeia em aldeia</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">serpenteia andares </span><span style="color: blue;">da vida </span><span style="color: blue;">e </span><span style="color: blue;">chega</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">à solidez </span><span style="color: blue;">almejada</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">nos veios da fé</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Esperança crescida</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">nos arrabaldes </span><span style="color: blue;">do pensamento</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Corto tudo que não tem conteúdo</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">exorto planos centrados</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">no mundo das ideias</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Me prostro diante do bem e do mal</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">desloco a seiva do mais colorido</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">espalho pela existência</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>As pedras me acompanham</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">nos momentos </span><span style="color: blue;">de euforia e de pesar</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">me ajudam a vencer medos</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">opressões</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">nesse mundo </span><span style="color: blue;">concreto abstrato</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">onde dou voltas e mais voltas</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">para não tropeçar</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">em suas agudezas</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Elas me trazem a reflexão</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">de que nem tudo</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">são flores</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">e que dores e alegrias</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">caminham juntas</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">feito avesso e direito</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Detalhes que posicionam</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">o meu eu </span><span style="color: blue;">nas escolhas</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Coroam meu viver</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">com louros ganhos</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">nos repentes do pensamento</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>A hora é agora e a história</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">nem começou</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>A trajetória está por vir e ser passada</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">em&nbsp;pratos limpos o decidir</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">que bóia nas eras</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">esquecidas nos caminhos</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>A hora é agora e me lanço</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">sem demora</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">num mar de ilusões</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">que encrespa meu ser</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Peleio os tempos idos</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">com vistas no depois</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">para que o agora me encontre </span><span style="color: blue;">receptiva</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">às linguagens das promessas</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">de consolo</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">de porvir</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>A teimosia</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">me conduz à esperança</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">mesmo que tardia</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Pede porto seguro</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">para ancorar meu eu</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">e tudo que posso dar e receber</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Quedo-me</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">diante </span><span style="color: blue;">Daquele</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">que me ampara</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">pelos caminhos difíceis</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Com minhas alegrias se alegra</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">consola-me nas tristezas</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">dirige meus passos nos trilhos</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">da sabedoria</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Aquele</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">que a meu lado caminha</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>O sopro da manhã</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">embeleza minha mente</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">com retratos sarados </span><span style="color: blue;">da natureza</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Reaviva toda a beleza</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">contida nos contos</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">principescos</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">dantescos</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">pitorescos</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Aventuras</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">romances</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">fábulas condecoradas</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">balançam a mente</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Recolho metas</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">nas figuras&nbsp;</span><span style="color: blue;">de linguagem</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">para soltá-las aos poucos</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">nas emendas literárias</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">que conduzem suco poético</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">nos selos aristocráticos</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">da poesia</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-2986291586110232251?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-78186559832286130642011-08-26T21:45:00.000-03:002011-08-26T21:45:50.316-03:00<span style="color: blue;">Esse mar é meu</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">seu gosto entra pela boca</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">e massageia </span><span style="color: blue;">a pele da memória</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Esse mar é meu</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">me toma por inteiro</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">fazendo de mim seu parceiro</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Esse mar é meu</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">e o contágio das ondas</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">ricocheteia </span><span style="color: blue;">no lombo da noite e lança</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">lágrimas peroladas</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">sobre o dorso esvaído do sono</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Esse mar é meu</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">se enrosca e se lança</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">abrindo as pedras</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">da imaginação</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-7818655983228613064?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-2336413949282511392011-08-26T21:38:00.000-03:002011-08-26T21:38:47.719-03:00<span style="color: blue;">No espaço dimensionado</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">para o meu viver</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">deposito emoções</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">extrapolo sentimentos</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">do meu ser</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Projeto minhas falas</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">no espelho</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que as reflete</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">em noites de gala</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Cores</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que cabem na íris</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">em sintonia telepática</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Nesse espaço</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">a palavra é carregada</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">sem destino</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">nos trilhos</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">onde compartilho</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">esse hino</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-233641394928251139?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-35966366485923902862011-08-24T19:42:00.000-03:002011-08-24T19:42:28.348-03:00<span style="color: blue;"><strong>A Pontifícia Universidade Católica</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">do&nbsp;Rio Grande do sul</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">abre portas e janelas </span><span style="color: blue;">de seu palco</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">para receber os formandos</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">da Ciência da Computação</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Guilherme e Nicole</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Na passarela</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">dois atores vestidos a caráter</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">desfilam </span><span style="color: blue;">entre aplausos e sorrisos</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Alegria que contagia os pais</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">os parentes e os amigos</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que os parabenizam</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">nessa hora solene</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-3596636648592390286?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-57095665357861807402011-08-18T09:34:00.000-03:002011-08-18T09:34:58.888-03:00<strong><span style="color: blue;">Escasseou o combustível </span><span style="color: blue;">dos neurônios</span></strong><br /><span style="color: blue;">e&nbsp;o que resta </span><span style="color: blue;">são apenas migalhas</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que não cabem nas metáforas</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Migalhas que lutam </span><span style="color: blue;">por um lugar ao sol</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">para aquecer </span><span style="color: blue;">as sementes do verbo</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">encolhidas na cova do pensamento</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Esforço sobrehumano da palavra</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">em luta corporal </span><span style="color: blue;">com a linguagem</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que embala versos e estrofes</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>E o&nbsp;que resta</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">é a letra</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">é a sílaba</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">é a palavra</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">para&nbsp;massagear e ativar </span><span style="color: blue;">os neurônios</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">que despertam e na passarela </span><span style="color: blue;">revelam nuances</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">em tons de primavera</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">nas&nbsp;</span><span style="color: blue;">páginas brancas da vida</span></div><br /><strong><span style="color: blue;">Resta&nbsp;</span><span style="color: blue;">conduzir a memória</span></strong><br /><span style="color: blue;">num caminho de suor e lágrimas</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">até chegar ao quiquito</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">de melhor enredo</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">poético</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Abrem-se alas</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">e&nbsp;por elas </span><span style="color: blue;">desfila o neuroquito</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">esbanjando alegrias</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">da conquista</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-5709566535786180740?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-3618565515077031752011-08-10T09:43:00.004-03:002011-08-18T09:08:12.488-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nas lacunas</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">rótulos e fórmulas </span><span style="color: blue;">do meu pensar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">hibernam para que ali </span><span style="color: blue;">criem raízes e liberem</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">sementes mágicas </span><span style="color: blue;">da mais pura linhagem</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Nesse recanto de </span><span style="color: blue;">fantasia</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">rimas e metáforas </span><span style="color: blue;">evoluem e desprendem</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">seu grito de liberdade</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Fórmulas</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">no compromisso </span><span style="color: blue;">com a linguagem</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Rótulos</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">sem vínculos pejorativos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Obstáculos </span><span style="color: blue;">e&nbsp;</span><span style="color: blue;">conquistas</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">leques</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">positivos à poesia</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Do outro lado da linha </span><span style="color: blue;">a tábua da salvação</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">o beaba </span><span style="color: blue;">que transforma </span><span style="color: blue;">palavra </span><span style="color: blue;">em oração</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nos cantos da casa</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">encontro resistência na busca pela essência</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">criadora dos temas</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que alicerçam a&nbsp;poesia</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Limo as&nbsp;rimas</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">para que o gênio da poesia solte o verbo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">encarnado na garrafa</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">encantada</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Exercito minha linguagem</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">sem pé nem cabeça e </span><span style="color: blue;">filtro os grãos</span><span style="color: blue;"> da verdade</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">até que se enquadrem </span><span style="color: blue;">às normas propostas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">nos temas de cada dia</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">A&nbsp;noite começa </span><span style="color: blue;">para leigos e doutores</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">sem previsão de aumento poético</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Abas de suor</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que </span><span style="color: blue;">gotejam no tempo e aumentam</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">o peso das horas</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que não me dizem respeito</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-361856551507703175?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-24675376767608745462011-07-25T09:17:00.000-03:002011-07-25T09:17:18.989-03:00<span style="color: blue;"><strong>No espaço</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">dimensionado </span><span style="color: blue;">para o meu viver</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">deposito emoções</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">extrapolo sentimentos</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">do meu ser</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Projeto minhas falas</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">no espelho que as reflete</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">em noites de gala</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Cores</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que cabem na íris</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">em sintonia telepática</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Espetáculo</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">de lua nova</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">estrela brilhante</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Luz</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que se renova</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">em cada instante</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Calo</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">diante do espetáculo </span><span style="color: blue;">e aos pouco</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">me solto</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nesse espaço</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">a palavra é carregada</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">sem destino</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">nos trilhos onde compartilho</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">esse hino</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-2467537676760874546?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-5486667979512710352011-07-07T11:03:00.002-03:002011-07-11T22:05:32.514-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">verso inteiro</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">música</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">letreiro</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">sem máscara</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">rima </span><span style="color: blue;">primorosa</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">obra-</span><span style="color: blue;">prima</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">lirismo</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">mais-que-perfeito</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">para sobreviver </span><span style="color: blue;">aos versos</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">derramados</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">sobre a&nbsp;folha&nbsp;</span><span style="color: blue;">e chegar</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">ao poema</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-548666797951271035?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-11457308331558211032011-07-02T11:39:00.002-03:002011-07-02T17:58:06.059-03:00<div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Que penso eu </span><span style="color: blue;">nesse trajeto</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">onde dou espetáculo ou me retenho</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">onde me alicio ao cantar do tempo</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">me posto junto ao firmamento</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">faço proposta</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">dou aposta</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Tenho as costas largas</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">suporto corridas</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">amargas </span><span style="color: blue;">ou doces</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Me entretenho com as palavras</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">que brotam </span><span style="color: blue;">descem </span><span style="color: blue;">saltam</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">se enlaçam</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">para que o mundo me conheça</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">se abasteça </span><span style="color: blue;">do que penso</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">e me rodeie</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">com suas bênçãos</span></div><br /><strong><span style="color: blue;">Só isso me chega e me pega </span><span style="color: blue;">de surpresa</span></strong><br /><span style="color: blue;">nessa hora em que destilo ousadias</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">na emoção de cada dia</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que começa com promessa e finda</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">colada a uma prece</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>É só isso e isso&nbsp;é tudo</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">que me faz ficar mudo</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">ou me leva a gritar</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">pelos vales e montes </span><span style="color: blue;">onde atuo</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">com cenas histéricas</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">centradas na esfera</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">em que vivo</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>E só disso me alimento e me transformo</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">como se nenhum sinal distraído</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">se achegasse ao meu eu</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Só eu sei o que me aperta</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">e o que&nbsp;desperta </span><span style="color: blue;">um ai de consolo</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">que destila cenas </span><span style="color: blue;">de todos os tempos</span></div><br /><strong><span style="color: blue;">Tudo sói </span><span style="color: blue;">no palco heróico e o depois</span></strong><br /><span style="color: blue;">remove lembrança </span><span style="color: blue;">que dói</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">mas aquece como&nbsp;o sol</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">de todas as manhãs</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Bebo&nbsp;tudo&nbsp;num só gole</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">sem pensar em nada</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">para que esse manjar se incorpore</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">ao meu estar</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">nesse instante milenar</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>No espaço sem fim</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">busco a ess</span><span style="color: blue;">ência de todas as coisas</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">entre o concreto e o abstrato</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Busca perene</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">dos estratos </span><span style="color: blue;">da alma</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Divago</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">mas não estrago </span><span style="color: blue;">esse espaço</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">inserido </span><span style="color: blue;">em mim</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Cresço</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">de dentro para fora</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">renasço</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">me acabo</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">ou me fortaleço</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Não jogo nada fora</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">sem antes dar afago e guardo</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">no memorial dos séculos</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">para que sua linguagem flua</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">bordada de mensagens</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-1145730833155821103?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-74966606314962619612011-07-01T17:20:00.000-03:002011-07-01T17:20:13.011-03:00<span style="color: blue;"><strong>Quase que a noite me atropela</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">se não fosse o alerta do mundo</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que me quer sempre alerta</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">ao que ocorre ao meu redor</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Quase que o céu desaba</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">com multas e sentenças</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">sobre o chão escorregadio</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">do pensamento</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>E aos pedaços junto meus trapos</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">para que a noite não me encontre</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">aos farrapos e mande mensagem</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">desvirtuada do meu eu</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Envido esforços para que nada</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">me pegue de surpresa e jogue na mesa</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">minhas alegrias ou fracassos</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Enfrento de pé essa dureza</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">junto pedaços de histórias</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">coloco os pingos nos is</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">para que a noite me acompanhe</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">na jornada e carregue</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">meus sonhos e fantasias</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Concentro meus passos</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">em busca do espaço</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">destinado às preces</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que sobem aos céus e retornam</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">agraciadas por bênçãos</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-7496660631496261961?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-87319663582019470382011-06-29T14:02:00.000-03:002011-06-29T14:02:46.256-03:00<span style="color: blue;"><strong>Na soma dos dias</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">auferidos ao meu eu</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">não deixo nada para trás</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">do meu pensar</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Junto espaços</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">vividos no bom</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">ou mau tempo</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Esperanças e sonhos</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">no amanhecer das horas</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Não tenho pressa</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">tenho todo o tempo do mundo</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Faço valer o segundo</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">que se achega sem falha e fala</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">com promessa de tudo</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Reverto o meu tudo</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">em versos mirabolantes</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">que trazem assombro e aquecem</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">as gentes minhas</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-8731966358201947038?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-72293748670699764502011-06-21T09:25:00.000-03:002011-06-21T09:25:06.109-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>O tempo</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">conta</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">histórias</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>José Eduardo Carrion</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-7229374867069976450?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-59302310431191345452011-06-21T09:20:00.000-03:002011-06-21T09:20:53.237-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Fui ver</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">ali na frente</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">umas caminhadas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Era o sol</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">que projetava sombra</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">dos passantes</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>José Eduardo Carrion</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-5930231043119134545?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-81457616648179219342011-06-17T14:25:00.001-03:002011-06-17T14:27:03.604-03:00<span style="color: blue;"><strong>Crio</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">invento</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">dou trela</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">ao meu verso</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">nesse trajeto</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">inverso</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Esqueço agruras</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">amontoo lembranças</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Provoco acordes</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">nos mares e neles</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">me diluo</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Desenganos</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">sabedoria</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">na taça dos anos</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Giro em</span><span style="color: blue;"> busca</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">dos astros</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">que acompanham</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">o campo magnético</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">da terra</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Digo não</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">à guerra </span><span style="color: blue;">e fixo </span><span style="color: blue;">meu contorno</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">em torno</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">do meu&nbsp;eixo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Visito estrelas</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">com&nbsp;o pretexto </span><span style="color: blue;">de lhes deixar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">óbulos </span><span style="color: blue;">de luz</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><strong><span style="color: blue;">As palavras </span><span style="color: blue;">conduzem</span></strong><br /><span style="color: blue;">mimos&nbsp;poéticos</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Pigmentos do verbo</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">de todos os lugares</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">embarcam </span><span style="color: blue;">na barca encantada</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">da poesia</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-8145761664817921934?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-48416010278776930702011-06-13T08:24:00.002-03:002011-06-13T09:07:00.882-03:00<span style="color: blue;"><strong>Em mim</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">o gosto pelo jasmim</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">atravessou meus retalhos</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">de cetim</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>E é assim</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que o conto de cada dia</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">vira torre de marfim</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Dose certa</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">empresta roteiro&nbsp;místico</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">na coleção dos anos</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Aventura</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">onde o&nbsp;tempo desliza</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">na fofura dos panos</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Aos suspiros</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">nesse trajeto milenar</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">costuro o&nbsp;meu eu</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">às nuances do mundo</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Variedades de sonhos</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">nas idades do tempo</span><br /><span style="color: blue;"></span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br /><strong><span style="color: blue;">Retirei meus guardados</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">da caixa dos sonhos</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Desvendei&nbsp;mistérios</span></strong><br /><span style="color: blue;">embalsamados</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">nos panos</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Me vi</span></strong><br /><span style="color: blue;">nos passeios</span></div></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">no trabalho e no lar</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Anseios</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">rodeados de lembranças</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Juntei&nbsp;tudo e colei</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">no painel da vida</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-4841601027877693070?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-27663693973491222232011-06-11T19:52:00.002-03:002011-06-17T22:22:49.676-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>A pena mancha</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">os meus guardados</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Aos olhos</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">do amanhã </span><span style="color: blue;">rebenta</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">carregada</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">de sons e cores</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">feito pássaros</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">exibindo-se</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">ao mundo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-2766369397349122223?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-19965614774941098302011-06-11T08:42:00.000-03:002011-06-11T08:42:25.030-03:00<span style="color: blue;"><strong>O sol</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">bebeu as águas</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Estou</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">vendo</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">as diferenças</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>José Eduardo Carrion</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-1996561477494109830?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-83345954392241165952011-06-08T09:01:00.003-03:002011-06-13T09:09:41.908-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Na calçada da fama</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">rasgam-se véus</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">mobilizam-se</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">céus e terras</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">nessas eras </span><span style="color: blue;">de mitos e fantasias</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">toldadas pelo ego</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">que prega dissonância</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">entre o verbo e a consciência</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>O pano cai e transparece</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">a nudez dos tempos</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que atropela sentimentos</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Na calçada da fama</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">damas e cavalheiros</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">peregrinos com escolta</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">distraídos na peleia</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">que lhes dá arrimo e os </span><span style="color: blue;">apruma</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">no caminho da arte</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>O bastão</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">de mão em mão</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">muda a rotina</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">aqui</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">ou na china</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Coroas e lauréis</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">disputados nos cordéis</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Espelho da vida</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">retrato de um tempo</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">sem conserto</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>O nada</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">fere </span><span style="color: blue;">com tudo</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">que divaga</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">no universo</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>O nada</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">é vaga</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Um</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">quase nada</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">nos meus versos</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>O tudo</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">muda tudo</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">no mundo</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">num segundo</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>No trato</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">o fato se revela</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">com mazelas e dá trela</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">que ilustra</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">o andar do retrato</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Sem saber para onde</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">corro ou me escondo</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">da ira ou da alegria</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">mas me mostro</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">solto o verbo</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">dou voz aos ouvidos</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">e à fala</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Dou voltas no meu destino</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">desabrocho </span><span style="color: blue;">cada dia</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">rufo minhas elegias</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">dobro esquinas</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">sempre na mira e </span><span style="color: blue;">acordo</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">nos braços da aurora</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">embalada</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">pelo sol da liberdade</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nas asas do porvir</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">eu aqui</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">tu ali</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">por</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">vir</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Na mala da vida</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">o desejo solfeja</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">num pé só.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-8334595439224116595?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-29940039874387501902011-06-02T09:43:00.004-03:002011-06-11T20:10:22.066-03:00<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">Sobre mim</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">pesam-se os meus ais</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><span style="color: blue;">Delírio mortal</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; em partituras</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; medievais</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Sobre mim</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;caem aos pedaços</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; os destroços do nada</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Na pele corada do sol</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; dissolvem-se</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; os sais da melancolia</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; atiçados pelo pranto </span><span style="color: blue;">jocoso</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; instalado em mim</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">Sobre mim</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">o peso dos anos </span><span style="color: blue;">oscila de leve</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">nos tímpanos do tempo</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">Sobre mim</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">o verdor dos tempos</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">desperta o esplendor</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">no peito </span><span style="color: blue;">desperto</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; E o que resta de mim</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; não é </span><span style="color: blue;">tão ruim assim</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">É peça que arde</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">sem pressa</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">Para mim</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">o agora é o tudo</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">e o tudo é o agora</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">que trago num afago</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">bem perto de mim</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">Sou pena</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">que tateia o mundo</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">A minha linguagem temporal</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">é&nbsp;arte que desfila num pé só</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">e não dá ponto sem nó</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">É&nbsp;voz principal</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">da orquestra imperial</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">Performance explosiva</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">como se não houvesse</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">o amanhã</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">É pó que viaja</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">na cena musical</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-2994003987438750190?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-6125199485265542072011-05-26T16:39:00.000-03:002011-05-26T16:39:25.834-03:00<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>M</strong>ário! Poeta múltiplo,</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>A</strong>ristocrata da palavra</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>R</strong>etratada em versos</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>I</strong>nigualáveis.</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>O</strong>rnamento mundial.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>Q</strong>uintana e Quintanilhas</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>U</strong>niversais,</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>I</strong>nsuperáveis,</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>N</strong>ectarizando crianças e adultos.</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>T</strong>imoneiro no tombadilho,</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>A</strong>rrimo</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>N</strong>atural, humano, mas imortal.</span><br /><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>A</strong>bsoluto! Gênio literário.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-612519948526554207?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-3441487933602367072011-05-25T18:24:00.001-03:002011-05-25T18:25:39.176-03:00<span style="color: blue;"><strong>Esbelto é o caminho das horas</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que passa tilintando pensamento e burila</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">o topo das ideias</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Chega ao concerto majestoso do cosmos</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">embebido em sais exalados pelas mentes</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">que emanam ópios de ilusões</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">sem farol da agonia</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">para beber </span><span style="color: blue;">o estigma</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">que rola na fantasia</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-344148793360236707?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-5453683131732180732011-05-23T14:29:00.003-03:002011-05-26T20:39:13.872-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Aterrissei</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">minha nave literária</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">nesse erário</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">para buscar inspiração</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">onde cordas deliram</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">sons de poesias </span><span style="color: blue;">do mensageiro</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">que não passarão</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">desapercebidos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">pois comoveram a nação</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nas ruas e praças</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">por onde passas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">estão caminhos piscosos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Graças líricas</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">dedilhadas aos mortais</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">desse pago</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>E&nbsp;o desejo</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">do conterrâneo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">é que esse erário literário</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">seja contemplado</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">com teus versos</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>E&nbsp;versos outros</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">de anônimos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-545368313173218073?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-85144429165654000872011-05-23T14:05:00.000-03:002011-05-23T14:05:50.065-03:00<span style="color: blue;"><strong>Sons eclodem</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">no sarau da praça</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Acordes agudos</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">suaves</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">pequeninos</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">embalam lembranças</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">recriam fantasias</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">alegrias aos passantes</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Acordes trinados</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">pelos passos apressados</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">da comunidade presa</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">aos encantos da praça</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Rasantes voos</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">de pirilampos</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">borboletas e pássaros</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">marulhar do vento</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">farfalhar das árvores</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">vestindo o chão</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">de macilentas folhas</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">empetecando o ar</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">de peregrinas pétalas</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Rosnar de cães</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">ecos de ambulantes</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">de olho no olheiro</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>E o mestre da poesia</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">olhos e coração abertos</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">atento aos cantos e recantos</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">lindeza dos casarios</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">das luminárias</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">ruas e praças</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">de Porto Alegre</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">sente a elegância</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">do colorido e com sorriso</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">agradece a delicadeza</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>E nesse sarau da natureza</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Mário Quintana declama versos</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">com beleza e graça</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">para a platéia que delira</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">nas cordas de sua lira</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-8514442916565400087?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-61091622831210717752011-05-23T13:33:00.001-03:002011-05-23T13:36:12.052-03:00<span style="color: blue;">Chamas</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">num afresco.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Segredos.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">Palavra.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">Olhar aberto</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">ao objeto.</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;">Poesia.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Verdade e fantasia</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">na mente.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">A hora</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">bate na cara.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">Castiga o tempo.</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;">Suvenir poético.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Viaja</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">nas alegorias.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">Encontro.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Sorriso</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">no rosto.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />&nbsp;</div><span style="color: blue;">O sonho</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">pendura</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">as agruras.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">Retrato.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">Furta imagem</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">da paisagem.</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;">Sino na torre.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Badalo</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">nas ruas.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">Ilusão.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">Aberta</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">na escuridão.</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;">Natureza.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Conto</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">de fadas.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">Sola.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">Rugas</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">do caminho.</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;">Anais da fantasia.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Temperatura</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">da alma.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">Trânsito.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">Guerra</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">na terra.</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;">A roda da vida</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">gira.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Destinos.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">O sonho</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">arrumou as malas.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">Mudou de rumo.</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;">Tempo</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">precioso</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">limitado.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">Vida que rola.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">Busca de algo</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">estocado na viola.</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;">Varri </span><span style="color: blue;">lembranças</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">antigas.</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Velhas feridas.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-6109162283121071775?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-18646500055949712132011-05-20T09:46:00.000-03:002011-05-20T09:46:19.060-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Passaram-se décadas</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">ou seriam milênios</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">Nem percebi</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Quantas coisas fiz</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">e quantas farei</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Revendo</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">o túnel do tempo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Meu Deus</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">como vivi</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Brinquei</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">amei</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">sofri</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">chorei</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Também na vida eu ri</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">de coisas simples</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">ou complicadas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Busquei</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">aprendi</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">ajudei</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Vivi</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">dei vida</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">fiz viver</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-1864650005594971213?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-11460986953965033572011-05-16T17:09:00.000-03:002011-05-16T17:09:01.227-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>A roda da vida</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">gira</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">com os destinos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Ensaia caminhos</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">esfumaçados</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">pelo vento</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Navega no tempo</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">sem chegada ou saída</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">trazendo em seu bojo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">rimas extraídas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">nos vales e rochedos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">da existência</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Sementes do verbo</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">que orbitam na roda</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">da vida</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">para desvendar o segredo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">arquivado</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">no pensamento</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Pego carona e visto meu tempo</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">com paramentos</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">do passado e do futuro</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Me aconchego e rego emoções</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">nessa espiral eterna</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-1146098695396503357?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-28090440572813192352011-05-04T09:47:00.001-03:002011-05-05T08:02:11.839-03:00<span style="color: blue;"><strong>Mexo e remexo nos meus guardados</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">maltratados pelas traças e traço </span><span style="color: blue;">perfil de raça</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">com direito </span><span style="color: blue;">à taça </span><span style="color: blue;">da liberdade</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Para mim me basta</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que recuperem a vida </span><span style="color: blue;">que lhes dei um dia</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">e que percorram caminhos </span><span style="color: blue;">redentores</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">no mundo da fantasia</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>A mim me basta que acreditem</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">em suas majestades e que suas penas</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">deixem recados forjados na emoção</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">nos enlevos poéticos</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Percorro os sete mares</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">em busca da arte que pernoita</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">nos andares mais altos</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">da poesia</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Escalo degrau por degrau dos andares</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">que me conduzem </span><span style="color: blue;">ao pico </span><span style="color: blue;">desta arte</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Reviro meus guardados</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">maltratados pelas traças</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">recomponho </span><span style="color: blue;">peça por peça</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">ato por ato e l</span><span style="color: blue;">hes dou trato</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">para que adquiram </span><span style="color: blue;">brilho próprio</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Empergaminho os guardados e ato</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">com laço de ouro</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Se não me falha a memória</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">essa história </span><span style="color: blue;">descarrilou e ascendeu aos ares</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">aportando&nbsp;poesias </span><span style="color: blue;">de estrela em estrela</span></div><br /><strong><span style="color: blue;">Alguma coisa me diz </span><span style="color: blue;">que as coisas que fiz</span></strong><br /><span style="color: blue;">chegaram feitas </span><span style="color: blue;">para serem depositadas</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">nas folhas brancas e voarem</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">pelo mundo da fantasia</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>As coisas que fiz aqui</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">pertencem a ti</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">O espaço tombado</span></strong><br /><span style="color: blue;">pela arquitetura empírica </span><span style="color: blue;">da poesia</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">libera construção</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">do profano&nbsp;ou sacro</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">do lírico&nbsp;ou popular</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">no atelier receptivo e livre</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">à canção poética</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-2809044057281319235?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-23574630177089536932011-05-02T13:15:00.001-03:002011-05-03T09:00:29.537-03:00<span style="color: blue;"><strong>No cavalo branco alado</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">a grande viagem </span><span style="color: blue;">do espírito</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>A&nbsp;Vida</strong></span><br /><strong><br /></strong><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Viver</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">aprender</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>A&nbsp;Vida não espera</strong></span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>O tempo não para</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">o que ficou</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">ficou</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>O que se foi</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">passou</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Vida </strong></span><span style="color: blue;">em&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <strong><span style="font-size: small;">mo</span></strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; vi</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; men</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; to</strong></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Viajantes eternos</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">em suas trilhas</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Passageiros eternos</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">no temporário</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>O eterno</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">n</span><span style="color: blue;">o movimento da vida</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">seeeeegueeeee</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Tempo para tudo</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">para o amanhecer</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">para o meio-dia</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">para o anoitecer</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Tempo para semear</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">tempo </span><span style="color: blue;">para colher</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Tempo para nascer</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">tempo para viver</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">tempo para partir</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">tempo para renascer</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">tempo para seguir</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>No rio da vida</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">as águas do tempo</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">curam tudo</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>E diluem-se&nbsp;no eterno</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">as coisas passageiras</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>O tempo leva tudo</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">e a vida segue</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-2357463017708953693?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-2884055230107443672011-04-30T08:47:00.002-03:002011-05-01T18:22:34.708-03:00<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: magenta;"><strong>O relógio</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: magenta;">tá</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;"><strong>g</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;"><strong>&nbsp;o&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; i</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: magenta;">&nbsp;d&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>&nbsp;<span style="color: magenta;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; r</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;"><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp;n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; a</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: magenta;"><strong>Vamos</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: magenta;">pro aniversário</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="color: magenta;">O relógio </span><span style="color: magenta;">tá dizendo</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: magenta;">que é</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: magenta;">noite</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;"><strong>Fernanda Carrion Becker - 3a e 1m</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-288405523010744367?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-41654928789856286802011-04-30T08:39:00.003-03:002011-05-01T07:57:20.606-03:00<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><strong>O sol secou</strong></span><br /><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">porque o passarinho</span><br /><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;queimou</span><br /><br /><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><strong>Essa é uma piada</strong></span><br /><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">muito perigosa</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><strong>Fernanda Carrion Becker - 3a e 1m</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-4165492878985628680?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-68207683408180765582011-04-30T08:36:00.001-03:002011-04-30T08:36:50.953-03:00<span style="color: blue;"><strong>No jardim suspenso</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">de Lutzenberger</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">pombas</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">borboletas</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">céu de anil</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Aquarela tatuada</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">brinca com as cores</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">das plantas ornamentais</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Naquele recanto</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">de paz e misticismo</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">a semente do verbo</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">gagueja nas letras</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Copiosas chamas</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">num afresco</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-6820768340818076558?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-41361409895581410272011-04-30T08:31:00.001-03:002011-05-04T09:50:12.611-03:00<strong><span style="color: blue;">Rui da Silva Leonhardt</span></strong><br /><span style="color: blue;">nasceu em Horizontina</span><br /><br /><strong><span style="color: blue;">Era filho caçula</span></strong><br /><span style="color: blue;">de Malvina e Atalíbio</span><br /><br /><strong><span style="color: blue;">Aos 12 anos</span></strong><br /><span style="color: blue;">começou a participar</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">de festivais de música</span><br /><br /><strong><span style="color: blue;">O pai foi músico e dono</span></strong><br /><span style="color: blue;">do CTG Peão do Alto Uruguai</span><br /><br /><strong><span style="color: blue;">Aos 14 anos</span></strong><br /><span style="color: blue;">venceu o Festival</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Estudantil da Canção</span><br /><br /><strong><span style="color: blue;">Suas apresentações eram vistas</span></strong><br /><span style="color: blue;">em programas </span><span style="color: blue;">nacionais de TV</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Amigos</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Galpão Crioulo</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Raul Gil</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Som Brasil</span><br /><br /><strong><span style="color: blue;">Trabalhou na capital paulista</span></strong><br /><span style="color: blue;">como vendedor de roupas</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">e durante sua estada</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">fez cursos de canto e teatro</span><br /><br /><strong><span style="color: blue;">Rui Biriva</span></strong><br /><span style="color: blue;">obteve importantes prêmios</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">em festivais nativistas</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">entre eles </span><span style="color: blue;">Califórnia</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Tertúlia</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Musicanto</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Seara e Coxilha</span><br /><br /><strong><span style="color: blue;">Será lembrado</span></strong><br /><span style="color: blue;">como um expoente notável</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">do tradicionalismo</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">gaúcho</span><br /><br /><strong><span style="color: blue;">Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-4136140989558141027?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-56870357634290001312011-04-30T08:16:00.000-03:002011-04-30T08:16:37.539-03:00<span style="color: blue;"><strong>Quero o verdor</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">dos tempos</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">registrado no livro</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">da fantasia</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">assediando às mentes</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">com fluidos regeneradores</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">refletidos</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">na arena das ideias</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-5687035763429000131?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-66657178566825655112011-04-19T08:16:00.001-03:002011-04-19T16:17:13.042-03:00<span style="color: blue;"><strong>Fase áurea</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">luz</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">encantamento</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Benefícios</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">lembranças</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">enriquecimento</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Tão pouco tempo</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">aflorando numa existência</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">antes silenciosa</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">parecendo sem essência</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Deslumbre</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">nessa trajetória</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Glória</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">consagração</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">interior</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">magistral</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Congraçamento</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">com a arte</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que flui de um ser</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">de seu querer</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">de seu fazer</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Tantas coisas vividas</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">cumpridas</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">outras em andamento</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Um mundo de idéias</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que pululam </span><span style="color: blue;">na mente</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">querendo emergir</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">para o mundo</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">e se soltarem</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">ao vento</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Um mundo subterrâneo</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">dos outros seres escondido</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">e até de si mesmo</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Um mundo hilariante</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">ecoante</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Bagagem imensurável</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">evoluindo em sã consciência</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">numa eterna doação</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Um mundo de idéias</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">lembranças</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">recados</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">apelos</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">de uma mente consciente</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">regada e ornamentada</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">de bons fluidos</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Sem máculas ou ruídos</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que possam denegrir</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">sua imagem</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">e a de todos os seres</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Sem preconceitos</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">ou desrespeito</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">mas com intenção</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">de levar ao outro</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">o que carrega </span><span style="color: blue;">no peito</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">o que lhe está introspectado</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">há décadas</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">milênios</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">eras</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">primaveras</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Mensagens de amor</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">paz</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">saúde</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">fraternidade e união</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">nessa rica e abençoada </span><span style="color: blue;">terra</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">criada por Deus</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">para tornar a criatura</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">sua imagem e semelhança</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">um ser pleno</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">feliz</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">repleto de esperança</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">Livro </span><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Devaneios e Confidências/2004</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Autora<strong> Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-6665717856682565511?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Renata Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10491194429015995801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-61778006284900546212011-04-17T09:15:00.014-03:002011-04-26T19:34:36.870-03:00<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>bem que te vi</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">a rodopiar </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">a cantar</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">a saltar</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>mal te vi</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">num sopro</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>na janela</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">adormeci</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>naquela aquarela</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">tatuada</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">de sonhos</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">ninei</span></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>No pódio do amanhecer</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">sol em erupção</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">cores do arco-íris</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>no espelho</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">da noite</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">lua</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>luao</strong></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Segredos</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">linhas </span><span style="color: blue;">traçadas a esmo</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>mal traçadas linhas</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">embalsamadas</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">em redutos </span><span style="color: blue;">literários</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">não desvendo</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>copiosas chamas</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">num afresco</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>linhas</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">em degredo</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>&nbsp; Loucos momentos</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">em tão pouco </span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">tempo</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>espera</strong> </span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">lucidez</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong> nudez</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">dos tempos </span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-6177800628490054621?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-3624643997713831442011-04-15T09:12:00.003-03:002011-04-16T08:06:45.372-03:00<span style="color: blue;"><strong>Sob&nbsp;o espaço sem fim</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">uma estrela </span><span style="color: blue;">me conduz</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">a muitos universos</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Brinca</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">com as cores e os gestos</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Me desperta</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">me faz </span><span style="color: blue;">feliz</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Me faz sonhar</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">tempos </span><span style="color: blue;">heróicos</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Luz</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">em todas as direções</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Sob&nbsp;o espaço sem fim</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">no recanto&nbsp;débil</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">do coração</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;">A&nbsp;chama da esperança</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>No espaço sem fim</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">o que seria de mim</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">sem o abraço</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">do mundo</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Abarco dádivas</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">aqui e ali</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Sob o espaço sem fim</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">vibra a semente</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">do verbo</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Ecos</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">de paz</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">tão perto de mim</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nesse universo sem fim</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">jogo tudo pro alto</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">e me renovo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">num salto</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Sem pousar</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">no fim</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">ou no começo</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">da jornada</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que abriga</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">a minha estrela</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nesse espaço sem fim</strong></span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;">Sei</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Que nada sei</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">dos escritos </span><span style="color: blue;">nas estrelas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Linhas sem fim</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">recheadas </span><span style="color: blue;">de sabedoria</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>No espaço sem fim</strong></span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;">Eu e tu</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Coisas afins</strong></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-362464399771383144?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-34809550589616121562011-04-12T19:20:00.000-03:002011-04-12T19:20:59.169-03:00<span style="color: blue;">Reparto em mil pedaços</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">o óbolo que recebo</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">e peso cada ato</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">para que de fato</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">surta o efeito esperado</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">Me desarmo</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">da cabeça aos pés</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">para que tudo flua</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">com sentimento e fé</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">e nada se perca</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">por entre arestas</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">negativas</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">Nessa jornada poética</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">acredite</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">o céu é o limite</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">para todo aquele que sai</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">pelo mundo da fantasia</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">e gagueja nas letras</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">até chegar ao verso</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">sem receios ou medos</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">em busca de resposta</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">para seus devaneios</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-3480955058961612156?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-73900057928994167372011-04-06T07:41:00.006-03:002011-04-06T21:01:08.638-03:00<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Colo a sombra dos meus ais</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">no solado da vida</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">onde vibrará </span><span style="color: blue;">sob os passos</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">descompassados</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">das rugas dos caminhos</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">Nada sei do amanhã</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">O ontem desprendeu-se de mim</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Bolhas de ar que </span><span style="color: blue;">chegaram ao fim</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">sem perguntar </span><span style="color: blue;">se era assim</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">e se eu queria </span><span style="color: blue;">esse fim</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">para mim</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Não importa se essa porta</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">se fechou para mim</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Importa que essa mensagem torta</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">chegue morta na reta final</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>O agora me seduz</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">libera tudo que sempre quis</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">libera sonho</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">libera fantasia</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">libera esperança </span><span style="color: blue;">aqui e ali</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">nos croquis da vida</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>O depois</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">trará&nbsp;respostas </span><span style="color: blue;">com sentenças</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">de prós e contras&nbsp; </span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Alei meus versos para que voem</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">às terras do sem fim</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">e voltem sempre</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">para mim</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Dei carta branca aos meus versos</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">status amor e liberdade</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">para que&nbsp;fiquem longe de mim</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">mas&nbsp;regressem ao ninho</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">condecorados</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">pelos troféus e medalhas</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">nos saraus poéticos</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">da vida</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Versos do meu mundo</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">para o mundo</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">Abrirei as portas dos meus versos</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Terão passaporte vitalício</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">e quem sabe eterno</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">para que percorram o universo</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">e como um filho pródigo</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">à casa paterna retornem</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">com&nbsp;vestes brancas</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">louros e coroas</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;">Condição sine qua non</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Que na&nbsp;</span><span style="color: blue;">sombra da noite</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">ou do dia</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">se acheguem a mim</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">sem perdas e danos</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">para serem acarinhados</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">após cada</span><span style="color: blue;">&nbsp;missão</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-7390005792899416737?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-21664344201618936572011-04-04T10:15:00.003-03:002011-04-20T14:21:32.821-03:00<span style="color: blue;"><strong>Quantos versos eu farei</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">somente Deus poderá dizer</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">cinquenta um milhão </span><span style="color: blue;">não sei</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">com o tempo iremos saber</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>As minhas composições</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">verdades ou semelhanças</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">às vezes são ficções</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">emaranhadas nas lembranças</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>A história de cada um</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">vou aos poucos versificando</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">quem sabe em três mil e um</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">termine o que estou pensando</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Não é brincadeira não</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">o que encerra o meu íntimo</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">aflora não há senão</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">pode chegar ao infinito</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Os versos que aqui faço</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">estendo-os à humanidade</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">assim levando um abraço</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">com toda a sinceridade</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>O meu lado adormecido</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">acordou </span><span style="color: blue;">voltou a brilhar</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">talvez seja reconhecido</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">àqueles a quem tocar</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Vou ter muito que malhar</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">pois isso não é brincadeira</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">até podem me ralhar</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">mas não digam que é besteira</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-2166434420161893657?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-37791295812365332062011-04-04T10:00:00.002-03:002011-04-20T14:28:56.625-03:00<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Não pleiteio academia</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">nem sou poeta maior</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">minha cadeira está vazia</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">sou um poeta menor</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Estou poeta e não me canso</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">de ao Ser Supremo agradecer</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">componho retoco e lanço</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">com humildade meu parecer</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Ficarão a sete chaves</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">no meu baú invisível</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">mas nunca serão entraves</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">ao meu dom que é previsível</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Assim poeta quero estar</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">dando vazão à criação</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">e assim poeta continuar</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">pois é minha maior vocação</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-3779129581236533206?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-83309539606616518192011-04-04T09:13:00.006-03:002011-05-10T08:23:48.384-03:00<span style="color: blue;"></span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Nas minhas andanças</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">pelo mundo da fantasia</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">separo cada goma poética</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">pelas cores e formas</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">e transporto para as telas</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">onde dão vida</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">aos meus poemas</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><br /><strong><span style="color: blue;">Ilumino as telas </span><span style="color: blue;">com a luz </span><span style="color: blue;">das estrelas</span></strong><br /><span style="color: blue;">e </span><span style="color: blue;">aromatizo com o mel</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">das rimas</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>A natureza aos meus pés</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">se revela como num conto de fadas</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Reis e rainhas</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">príncipes e princesas</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">plebeus e plebéias</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">banhados pela carruagem</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">do sol e da lua</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">num sincronismo entre o dar</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">e o receber</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>A natureza retribui os presentes</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">com exuberância </span><span style="color: blue;">de formas</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">e sons</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-8330953960661651819?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-46122762749844086272011-03-31T08:10:00.006-03:002011-04-12T18:25:24.635-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Só às paredes</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">confesso</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">meus sonhos e fantasias</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">embalados na mente</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Rolam macios e quentes</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">e se&nbsp;</span><span style="color: blue;">debruçam</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">nos patamares das ilusões</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">com previsões</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">do tudo</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">ou do nada</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Voam</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">além do infinito</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Posso falar às paredes</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">o tudo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">que acontece</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">no meu mundo</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Atraente desfile</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">pelo palco da memória</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">Nascimento do poema</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Seus primeiros passos</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">evolando emoção e fantasia</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Corrida ao infinito</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">com promessas de tudo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">que gera poesia</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Diante do espetáculo</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">encenado </span><span style="color: blue;">pela mente</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">&nbsp;A</span><span style="color: blue;">&nbsp;platéia</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">Na passarela dos versos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Aplaude o ator</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">no calor</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">da emoção</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-4612276274984408627?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-47403297703267705282011-03-24T00:38:00.005-03:002011-04-19T08:24:29.676-03:00<span style="color: blue;"><strong>Canto nesse instante</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">em prosa e verso</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">porque meu ser</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">insiste</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Rio nesse momento</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">com sentimento</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">para meu ser</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que exige</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>E meu delírio</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">é elevado aos céus</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">sem amargura</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">nem fel</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">Doce como o mel</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Sem alienação</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">extravagância</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">dispersão</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Mas com fragrância</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">essência</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">obstinação</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-4740329770326770528?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jane &amp; Dilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07309390611806245326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-52457370529844252682011-03-24T00:19:00.006-03:002011-04-19T08:42:17.865-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Tu </span><span style="color: blue;">guria</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">nasceste </span><span style="color: blue;">num dia</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">abençoado por Deus</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">que te deu muita magia</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">e te fez crescer</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">com os teus</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"></span>&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Teus pais</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">em ti acreditaram</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">no teu talento</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"></span>&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Mesmo em escassas</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">condições</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"></span>&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">E&nbsp;lançaram&nbsp;</span><span style="color: blue;">sementes</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">com boas opções</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"></span>&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Já em época</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">juvenil</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">pensavas em progredir</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">então muito rápida</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">a mil</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">do sonho</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">passaste a agir</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"></span>&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Graças a esforço</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">desmedido</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">também foste esteio</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">em teu lar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">onde todos são socorridos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">com carinho</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">maternal</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"></span>&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Agora</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">em pomposa etapa</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">exaltas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">os que te são caros</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">com enlevo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">não encapas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">eleva-os</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">ao grau mais raro</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"></span>&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-5245737052984425268?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jane &amp; Dilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07309390611806245326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-90273571339627075212011-03-20T18:12:00.001-03:002011-04-16T08:20:22.769-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Colho os frutos</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">do porvir</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">e os aconchego </span><span style="color: blue;">na arca</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">do pensamento</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Lanço ao céu</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">a boa semente</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Com&nbsp;suas fantasias</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">e sua&nbsp;luz interior</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Para que entre em sintonia</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">com o universo</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>E&nbsp;retorne</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">com&nbsp;suas verdades</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-9027357133962707521?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-79636726314685048402011-03-15T21:26:00.003-03:002011-04-16T08:31:06.174-03:00<span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nessa hora perdida</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">em nichos</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">cobertos de sonhos</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">disparo o alarme</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">da consciência</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que extrai sabedorias</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">no refúgio </span><span style="color: blue;">alto</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">da noite</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nessa hora onde a ventania</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">sopra os males</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">para dentro</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">e para fora do peito</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">o ser se esvai</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">em lamentações</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Que se juntam</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">ao pensamento</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">e se elevam</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">nos recheios </span><span style="color: blue;">dos sonhos</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Não dá para desviar</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">as desditas</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Muros altos</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">se contrapõem às cascatas</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">nebulosas</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Que desencadeiam</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">torvelinhos </span><span style="color: blue;">de emoções</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">guiadas</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">pelo bom senso</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">instalado</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">nas porções da vida</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Estoques de ilusões</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">pelas sendas abertas</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">na escuridão</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">do tempo</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>De nada vale</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">o pensar roto</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">sem começo</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">nem fim</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>O que vigora</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">é o retrato colorido</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">das estações da vida</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">onde o louro</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">é ouro</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">e é&nbsp;</span><span style="color: blue;">sol</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que descortina</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">e clareia os tempos</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>O que vale</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">é o maná da esperança</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que perpassa</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">as portas do sentimento</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>O que vale</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">é o hálito redondo</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">da paisagem</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">revestido de lauréis</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que acenam </span><span style="color: blue;">ao mundo</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">esfarrapado</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Quero o verdor dos tempos</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">registrado</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">nos livros da fantasia</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">assediando às mentes</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">com fluidos regeneradores</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">refletidos </span><span style="color: blue;">na arena</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">das idéias</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-7963672631468504840?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-87869646257076229642011-03-15T21:08:00.002-03:002011-04-16T08:34:11.573-03:00<span style="color: blue;"><strong>O vento rodopia</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">nos salões do tempo</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Faz traquinagens</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">com&nbsp;mensagens</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">de todos os cantos</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nas aragens</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">deixa&nbsp;frescor</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">de primavera</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Busco o sol</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">nas madrugadas insones</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">com neurônios ativos</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">campeando a semente do verbo</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Mente aberta</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">&nbsp;aos deleites dos versos</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">para que se casem </span><span style="color: blue;">com as rimas</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">do pensamento</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-8786964625707622964?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-8621694504096489072011-03-15T20:57:00.003-03:002011-04-16T08:41:01.961-03:00<span style="color: blue;"><strong>Desfio o fio eterno</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">Emendo cada etapa</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">como quem não quer nada</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">em luta com o depois</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que virá</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">sem promessas</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">com bálsamos</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">cujo teor se reveste</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">de encantos</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">e fantasias</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>O fio eterno</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que não se desfaz</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que não se quebra</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que se une</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">para ornar a terra</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>O fio eterno</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que eterniza o tempo</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">tridimensional</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">gerado pela semente</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">do verbo</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>O fio eterno</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">sem começo</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">nem fim</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que se estende ao infinito</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">e conserva </span><span style="color: blue;">o gozo</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">da juventude eterna</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Juventude</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">sem infância </span><span style="color: blue;">nem velhice</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">O fio eterno</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>O fio da verdade</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">O fio eterno</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Face voltada para a emoção</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">dos momentos vividos</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">na paz</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">ou na contradição</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">da eterna poesia</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Ando para a frente</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">em desabalada correria</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">ou a passos lentos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">sem desviar</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">os sentidos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">Não retrocedo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Cedo ou tarde </span><span style="color: blue;">a caminhada</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">me trará medo</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">ou segurança</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">nos solavancos</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">da estrada</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Piso firme e me seguro</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">sem molestar a visão</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">ou detonar&nbsp;</span><span style="color: blue;">explosivos</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">da emoção</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Corro ou paro</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">quando me deparo</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">com as barreiras</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">do pensamento</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Saio em socorro</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">do débil pensamento</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">e reforço</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">as entradas de luz</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Na hora calada</span></strong><br /><span style="color: blue;">me busco</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">me perco</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">sento o peito</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">em volta dos pertences</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">rasuro aquarelas</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">e me aventuro </span><span style="color: blue;">no mundo</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">da poesia</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Nesta arte</span></strong><br /><span style="color: blue;">que parte </span><span style="color: blue;">para a fantasia</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">eu</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">e a bagagem</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">do mundo</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>O&nbsp;sopro da vida</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">sopra segredos</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">geridos no sopro</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">das horas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>O sopro da vida</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">é guarida</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">cantada nas mazelas</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">do dia</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>O sopro da vida</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">criação de verdade e fantasia</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">enfeita mundo</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">grisalho</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">no colorido </span><span style="color: blue;">do tempo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Sopro perfumado</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">nos cantos do mundo</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">retorna agraciado</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">nas rosas</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">da vida</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-862169450409648907?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-20476109473477488952011-03-15T20:13:00.005-03:002011-04-16T08:48:35.279-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>A noite</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">rasteja a meus pés</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Voz grampeada</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">promete tudo</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">e nada faz</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Promete </span><span style="color: blue;">o mundo</span></strong><br /><span style="color: blue;">e dele se desfaz</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Conta segredos</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">alavancados</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">das trevas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>A noite reluz</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">nas toadas</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">da aurora</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Mundos e fundos</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">nos claros do dia</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">pedem</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">o habite-se</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>A noite</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">apaga </span><span style="color: blue;">estrelas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">troca pensares</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">e não chega </span><span style="color: blue;">a lugar algum</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Noite e dia</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">rivalizam </span><span style="color: blue;">atenções e carinhos</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Despem rancores</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">até o limite</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">de seu tempo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">A treva acabou</span></strong><br /><span style="color: blue;">e a noite</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">se insinua</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">sem remorso</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">Descansa em paz</span></strong><br /><span style="color: blue;">e passa </span><span style="color: blue;">os sonhos</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">sonhados</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">ao dia</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que se inicia</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">travestido de obras</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">e ações</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>A noite</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">nem ri</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">nem chora</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Passa o fardo</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">num ritual</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">de misticismo e sabedoria</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-2047610947347748895?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-8430879058493748572011-01-24T08:39:00.004-03:002011-03-20T17:31:51.486-03:00<span style="color: blue;"><strong>Quase</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que a noite me atropela</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">se não fosse o alerta do mundo</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que me quer sempre alerta</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">ao que ocorre </span><span style="color: blue;">ao meu redor</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Quase</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">que o céu desaba</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">com multas e sentenças</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">sobre o chão escorregadio</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">do pensamento</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>E aos pedaços</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">junto meus trapos</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">para que a noite não me encontre</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">aos farrapos </span><span style="color: blue;">e mande mensagem desvirtuada</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">do meu eu</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Envido esforços</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">para que nada nada</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">me pegue </span><span style="color: blue;">de surpresa e jogue </span><span style="color: blue;">na mesa</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">minhas alegrias </span><span style="color: blue;">ou fracassos</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Enfrento</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">de pé essa dureza</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">junto </span><span style="color: blue;">pedaços de histórias</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">coloco os pingos nos is</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">para que a noite me acompanhe</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">na jornada e carregue</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">meus sonhos e fantasias</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Concentro</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">meus passos </span><span style="color: blue;">em busca do espaço</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">destinado às preces</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">que sobem aos céus e retornam</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">agraciadas por bênçãos</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Convoco céus e terras</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">num elo de oração</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Recebo óbolo</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">reparto em mil pedaços e peso </span><span style="color: blue;">cada ato</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">para que de fato</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">surta o efeito desejado</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Me desarmo</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">da cabeça aos pés</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">para que tudo flua </span><span style="color: blue;">com sentimento e fé</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">e nada nada </span><span style="color: blue;">se perca por entre arestas negativas</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Derreto o gelo ao longo do caminho e rego</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">o chão do mundo com mil gotas</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">perfumadas</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nessa jornada poética</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">acredite</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">O&nbsp;céu é o limite</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>&nbsp;</strong></span><span style="color: blue;">para todo aquele </span><span style="color: blue;">que sai pelo mundo</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">da fantasia e gagueja </span><span style="color: blue;">nas letras</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">até chegar ao verso </span><span style="color: blue;">sem receios ou medos</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">em busca de respostas</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">para seus devaneios</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-843087905849374857?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-4318765144205890982011-01-24T07:59:00.001-03:002011-03-20T17:34:37.021-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong><em>Escalo</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><em>os picos mais altos</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><em>em busca da arte das artes</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><em>que se banqueteia na demência</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><em>do verso e parte sem rumo</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><em>sem céu e sem chão</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><em>que abrigue e dê substância</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><em>ao seu dom</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong><em>Vigio a arte e a arte</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><em>me vigia</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><em>numa vigília poética</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><em>sacudida pelas sementes</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><em>da poesia</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><em>que transpassam</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><em>quimeras e pousam</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><em>nos versos</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong><em>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-431876514420589098?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-70410028028171461382011-01-18T08:14:00.002-03:002011-03-20T17:36:06.745-03:00<span style="color: blue;"><strong>Aguardo que o tempo amadureça</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">para atender ao mundo </span><span style="color: blue;">necessitado</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que circula sacramentado</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">nas faces sofridas do hoje</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Olhos desequilibrados</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">pela espera doída</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Prurido social</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">que mancha a pele da memória</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">com a tinta tóxica do desprezo</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">jogado pelos canais insensíveis</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">da elite criadora do caos</span></div><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-7041002802817146138?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-91716152023442769052011-01-18T08:01:00.000-03:002011-01-18T08:01:57.062-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>É neste palco</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">que se vive</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">o espetáculo das horas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">num cenário</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">onde o personagem</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">joga ao outro</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">seus feitos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">desfeitos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">seu ir e vir</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">seus repetecos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>É neste palco</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">onde a cena</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">recheada dos devaneios</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">se repete</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">num eterno</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">repeteco</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-9171615202344276905?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-68697837411791368212011-01-14T17:50:00.000-03:002011-01-14T17:50:26.694-03:00<span style="color: blue;"><strong>"É o meu Rio Grande do Sul</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">céu sol sul terra e cor</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">onde tudo que se planta</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">cresce e o que mais floresce </span><span style="color: blue;">é o amor</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Eu quero andar nas coxilhas</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">sentindo as flexilhas das ervas do chão</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">ter os pés roseteados de campo...</span><br /><br /><strong><span style="color: blue;">Fazer cantando </span><span style="color: blue;">as belezas desta natureza</span></strong><br /><span style="color: blue;">sem par e mostrar para quem quiser ver</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">um lugar pra viver sem chorar"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">Estes são versos de Leonardo, nascido em Bagé e </span><span style="color: blue;">batizado Jader Moreci Teixeira.</span><span style="color: blue;">Trabalhou em circo como o palhaço </span><span style="color: blue;">Zé Sabugo. </span><span style="color: blue;">A vivência no campo inspirou suas letras. </span><span style="color: blue;">Retratam a história </span><span style="color: blue;">do Rio Grande e tem cheiro de campo. </span><span style="color: blue;">Leonardo jamais será esquecido, </span><span style="color: blue;">pois quem gosta do nativismo </span><span style="color: blue;">gosta de música boa.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-6869783741179136821?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-57489550934647367942011-01-14T17:35:00.000-03:002011-01-14T17:35:25.781-03:00<span style="color: blue;"><strong>Ano-Novo ou Réveillon</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">do francês "réveiller"que significa despertar</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">é um evento que ocorre quando uma cultura</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">celebra o fim de um ano e o começo do próximo</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>O&nbsp;mês de janeiro deriva do nome de Jano</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que tinha duas faces</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">uma voltada para a frente e outra para trás</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>No ano de 46 aC o governador romano</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">Júlio César</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">fixou o primeiro de janeiro</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">como o dia do Ano-Novo</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Entre as celebrações modernas do Ano-Novo</strong></span><br /><span style="color: blue;">a mais famosa no Brasil é a da queima</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">de fogos de artifícios na praia de Copacabana</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">no Rio de Janeiro</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">onde milhões de turistas de todo o mundo</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">juntam-se à beira-mar</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">nas ruas e nas praças para assistir</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">ao longo espetáculo piroténcico</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">que começa pontualmente à zero hora</span><br /><span style="color: blue;">do novo ano</span><br /><br /><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Feliz Ano-Novo!</strong></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-5748955093464736794?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857568870757872187.post-53386980572375309152011-01-11T07:58:00.000-03:002011-01-11T07:58:17.723-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Os ancestrais</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">me tiram o fôlego</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">cada vez que pesquiso </span><span style="color: blue;">suas vidas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">nos baús da eternidade</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Quero apenas</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">cada qual</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">no lugar </span><span style="color: blue;">auferido</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">na vida</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>O esperto coração</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue;">bate certo e a seu tempo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Controla seus batimentos</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: blue;">rumo ao infinito</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;"><strong>Nety Maria Heleres Carrion</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857568870757872187-5338698057237530915?l=gotasdamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nety Maria Heleres Carrionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17698710715387700758noreply@blogger.com0