tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-312953572012-02-16T13:36:49.675-02:00Abrigo caos preguiça nestes cômodos vazios e no quintal aberto amplio outro deserto de areia movediça: cemitério de navios...Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comBlogger1991100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-34311345886673713282008-06-01T10:35:00.009-03:002010-02-11T12:26:55.478-02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/SEKluoht7rI/AAAAAAAAALY/vrg6BfJtRMo/s1600-h/Nova%2BImagem.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/SEKluoht7rI/AAAAAAAAALY/vrg6BfJtRMo/s200/Nova%2BImagem.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206906339765120690" /></a><br /><br />"Mudei"<br /><strong>AGORA <br />estou <br />postando </strong><br /><br /><a href="http://cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com/"><strong>: aqui</strong></a><br /><br />Leia eróticos aqui: <a href="http://emnoitesdesol.blogspot.com">Em noites de sol</a><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-3431134588667371328?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-22349837734667553592008-06-01T10:30:00.003-03:002008-06-01T10:43:28.480-03:00deito aqui<br />os ossos<br />sem alma<br />e memória<br />: restos<br />apenas<br /><br />de tudo<br />aquilo que<br />até ontem<br />eu era<br />- não sou<br />mais<br /><br />: navio<br />e tripulação<br />(de amores)<br /><br />- fantasmas.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-2234983773466755359?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-11923168729980283532008-05-30T09:46:00.004-03:002008-05-30T09:52:09.123-03:00Eu vou<br />deixar<br />você molhada<br /><br />Eu vou<br />deixar<br />você Eu vôo<br /><br />: ainda<br />mais<br />alto<br />e longe<br />e dentro aqui<br />na palma<br /><br />da <br />minha mão.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-1192316872998028353?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-42602692209838927342008-05-29T10:40:00.000-03:002008-05-29T10:41:40.413-03:00hoje<br />não<br />vou<br />c<br />h<br />o<br />v<br />e<br />r<br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-4260269220983892734?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-7228356667726409712008-05-28T10:08:00.005-03:002008-05-28T11:03:02.085-03:00sou mesmo dono do meu Sonho <br />e da Noite acima do Azul <br />onde chamo as Estrelas todas <br />pelo Nome que só eu sei <br />Tudo aqui é tão meu tão nosso <br />na Verdade e no Mistério <br />de cada Um - por isso Hoje <br />decidi amanhecer Passarinhos <br />cantando o Sol a Chuva o Vento <br />o Chão enfim o próprio Sonho <br />que me sonha também.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-722835666772640971?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-64347196204757200942008-05-27T09:52:00.002-03:002008-05-27T09:57:50.289-03:00o meu Sonho<br />não tem mais<br />- dentro<br />não tem mais<br />- fora<br /><br />o meu Sonho<br />( de Amor -<br />talvez )<br />não é mais<br />Sonho<br /><br />é <br />lugar nenhum <br />terra <br />de ninguém<br /><br />: está<br />todo revirado<br />por dentro<br />e por fora.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-6434719620475720094?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-35891480973611503922008-05-26T10:09:00.003-03:002008-05-26T10:15:27.497-03:00mergulho<br />de <br />cabeça<br />no <br />seu Silêncio<br /><br />: o seu <br />Silêncio<br />é minha luva.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-3589148097361150392?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-6946667599256399952008-05-25T10:12:00.001-03:002008-05-25T10:13:58.267-03:00eu sou<br />mais<br />frágil<br />aqui<br /><br />onde<br />amarro<br />meu <br />jegue.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-694666759925639995?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-40259392022914708832008-05-24T09:59:00.000-03:002008-05-24T10:00:04.603-03:00a Luz <br />das <br />suas <br />iniciais<br /> <br />já não<br />me <br />acende<br />mais.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-4025939202291470883?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-34739743381040976162008-05-23T09:59:00.001-03:002008-05-23T09:59:42.105-03:00chego<br />a pé<br />: mãos <br />vazias<br /> <br />ofereço<br />algo<br />que <br />você<br /> <br />ainda<br />não<br />sabe<br />o que é<br /> <br />talvez<br />mereça.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-3473974338104097616?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-33142508496118949032008-05-22T09:55:00.013-03:002008-05-23T09:59:10.510-03:00Troquei tudo<br />pela Escrita<br />( eu sempre <br />fui trocado por menos )<br />e hoje<br />não tenho nada<br />- nada mesmo -<br />: nem amor<br />nem poema que presta<br /><br />- mas ainda <br />acredito na Vida<br />sei que o Amor existe<br />e que a Poesia <br />tá bem.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-3314250849611894903?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-45435629922959504582008-05-21T10:07:00.005-03:002008-06-04T19:12:07.153-03:00hoje quero bocas<br />todas as bocas<br />unhas e dentes...<br />(depois escrevo asas<br />e vôo...)<br /><br />: decore minha alma<br />devore meu corpo<br /><br />que hoje<br />só hoje<br />( e sempre )<br />o poema é minha alma<br /><br />eu <br />sou a carne do poema.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-4543562992295950458?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-64921501601631017832008-05-21T09:58:00.003-03:002008-05-21T11:48:40.417-03:00<em>( Pra : Dora, Shi e Loba )</em><br /><br />tenho um silêncio<br />pra te mostrar<br />( no espelho )<br /><br />- quando o Sonho <br />amanhecer...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-6492150160163101783?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-17802649623588447882008-05-20T10:06:00.003-03:002008-05-21T10:24:30.884-03:00eu tenho um Sonho<br />pra te mostrar<br />( no espelho )<br /><br />quando o Silêncio<br />amanhecer...<br /><br />***<br /><br /><strong>POETANDO JUNTO:</strong><br /><br />quero o Sonho<br />(ou apenas <br />sonhos)<br />amadurecendo<br />o instante<br /><br />: se de gritos<br />ou de silêncios<br />tanto faz<br /><br />- importa <br />que sejam nossas<br />(todas)<br />as manhãs<br /><br /><strong>Loba</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-1780264962358844788?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-14049986357679106472008-05-20T09:57:00.005-03:002008-05-20T11:37:52.825-03:00corto as <br />asas <br />de tudo que <br /><br />inte rompe<br />meu vôo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-1404998635767910647?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-11442124214519275872008-05-19T09:54:00.002-03:002008-05-19T09:55:45.797-03:00hoje é <br />meu aniversário<br />quero<br />um Silêncio<br />feroz<br />maior<br /><br />que este<br />( balança o rabo<br />ainda<br />mas ) não late<br />nem<br />me morde.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-1144212421451927587?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-43136364368636538962008-05-18T10:08:00.001-03:002008-05-18T10:08:58.900-03:00perda <br />sobre<br />perda<br />todo feito<br />de silêncios<br /> <br />não dá pra <br />ficar em cima<br /> <br />o muro<br />é alto demais<br />e apaga<br />o outro <br />lado.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-4313636436863653896?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-44130849666483677292008-05-17T09:57:00.002-03:002008-05-17T10:01:36.094-03:00no momento<br />estou só<br />carente<br />confuso<br />desprotegido<br />quebradiço<br /><br />: quase <br />agora<br />eu tinha chão<br />aqui<br /><br />onde acaricio<br />com a planta<br />dos pés<br /><br />o <br />teto do abismo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-4413084966648367729?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-1125018310779145152008-05-16T10:12:00.004-03:002008-05-16T10:28:41.551-03:00quando nasci <br />ganhei <br />um Norte<br />um Sul<br />um Leste<br />um Oeste<br /><br />mais tarde <br />percebi<br />que <br />havia um muro<br /><br />construído <br />em mim.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-112501831077914515?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-67504451330192899772008-05-15T10:13:00.003-03:002008-05-15T23:57:39.375-03:00o<br />radio<br />que/<br />brado<br />em<br />silêncio<br /><br />em <br />silêncio<br />o <br />silêncio<br />de <br />algo<br /><br />que<br />jamais<br />existiu.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-6750445133019289977?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-51473046381081998022008-05-14T09:47:00.001-03:002008-05-14T09:49:18.836-03:00<em>( plano A, plano B e plano C )</em><br /><br />se você<br />não voltar <br />agora<br />- eu paro <br />de respirar<br /><br />se você <br />não voltar <br />logo<br />- eu paro <br />de te esperar<br /><br />se você<br />não voltar <br />algum dia<br />- eu prefiro <br /><br />que <br />você não volte.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-5147304638108199802?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-86474702994632104692008-05-13T09:59:00.006-03:002008-06-07T11:01:24.150-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/SCmQ0WYwgrI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6FvPrrnPfZo/s1600-h/wilson+guanais+4.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/SCmQ0WYwgrI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6FvPrrnPfZo/s320/wilson+guanais+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199846473812968114" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><em>( miseráveis mesmo )</em><br /><br /><br />Eu hoje estou assim:<br />- "Com muito sal ainda<br />Por sobre a ferida".<br /><br />Que peninha de mim...<br />- Socorro Inspiração!<br /><br />Dói tanto esse chavão.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-8647470299463210469?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-19564259280559648652008-05-12T10:39:00.005-03:002008-05-12T10:50:32.534-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/SChI4WYwgqI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/gQqEh3-1RJo/s1600-h/wilson+guanais+3.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/SChI4WYwgqI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/gQqEh3-1RJo/s320/wilson+guanais+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199485902718534306" /></a><br /><br /><em>( depois de ler este <a href="http://lobamulher.blogspot.com/2008/05/e-por-falar-em-amor.html">aqui</a> )</em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />tudo<br />que ganho<br />me ganha<br />também<br /><br />tudo <br />que perco<br />me perde<br />também<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-1956425928055964865?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-21271724267194256192008-05-11T10:14:00.004-03:002008-05-11T10:19:22.942-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/SCbxjmYwgpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/jW3YfPi0X8c/s1600-h/wilson+guanais+2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/SCbxjmYwgpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/jW3YfPi0X8c/s320/wilson+guanais+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199108413747921554" /></a><br /><br /><em><br />( À quem me perguntou o motivo )</em><br /><br /><br /><br />sempre <br />assim<br />encostado<br />na parede<br /><br />só<br />porque ela<br />existe<br />e eu não.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-2127172426719425619?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-737752461638404212008-05-10T09:58:00.001-03:002008-05-10T10:01:19.724-03:00de tanto<br />cuidar<br />de <br />você<br /><br />esqueci<br />de <br />cuidar<br />doeu<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-73775246163840421?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-17185081385752828992008-05-09T10:02:00.002-03:002008-05-09T10:07:30.165-03:00não consigo <br />mudar <br />( o assunto ) <br /><br />minha dor de <br />lugar<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-1718508138575282899?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-44909289588626585622008-05-08T23:41:00.002-03:002008-05-08T23:43:41.940-03:00hoje<br />almocei<br />uma cerveja<br /><br />jantei<br />dois copos<br />de vinho<br /><br />amanhã<br />cago<br />um poema...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-4490928958862658562?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-22145087924310937432008-05-08T10:23:00.006-03:002008-06-07T11:03:14.030-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/SCL-3hgFH_I/AAAAAAAAAJY/t3D5tl5zK_w/s1600-h/273834623A71FC59C89291DBDCE75CF2_ct.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/SCL-3hgFH_I/AAAAAAAAAJY/t3D5tl5zK_w/s320/273834623A71FC59C89291DBDCE75CF2_ct.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197997149778157554" /></a><br /><br /><em>( um presente sem Alma, Ela esqueceu de enviar o manual de instruções e... )</em><br /><br /><br /><br />eu queria<br />um Coração<br />de verdade<br /><br />eu queria<br />o coração<br />da Verdade<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-2214508792431093743?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-5061202745520822232008-05-08T10:13:00.001-03:002008-05-08T10:15:06.251-03:00ainda é <br />uma<br />pedra:<br /><br />parecia<br />uma<br />pessoa.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-506120274552082223?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-9298572539936055452008-05-07T14:20:00.005-03:002008-05-07T17:16:18.084-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/SCHlDhgFH-I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Im6wKqsP5Us/s1600-h/wilson+guanais.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/SCHlDhgFH-I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Im6wKqsP5Us/s320/wilson+guanais.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197687293657554914" /></a><br /><br />Para a <a href="http://lobamulher.blogspot.com">poetamigamusaLoba</a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />tem dia<br />que o poema<br />se parece<br />muito comigo<br /><br />: só precisa<br />de uma <br />ou duas<br />palavrinhas.<br /><br />***<br /><br /><strong>POETANDO JUNTO:</strong><br /><br /><strong>atemporal</strong><br /><br />me visto<br />de uma<br />duas<br />três<br />todas<br />as palavras<br /><br />até <br />viro poema<br /><br />se for<br />pra te ver<br />renascer<br /><br />: Poesia<br /><br /><a href="http://lobamulher.blogspot.com">Loba</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-929857253993605545?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-37410283804714383362008-05-07T10:05:00.000-03:002008-05-07T10:07:11.457-03:00minha <br />casa<br />é fria<br /><br />eu sou<br />vazio.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-3741028380471438336?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-42770792653376161912008-05-06T10:06:00.002-03:002008-05-06T10:08:06.462-03:00o deserto<br />que me atravessa<br />era um pote<br /><br />minha sede caiu<br />lá dentro<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-4277079265337616191?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-50413747968294119132008-05-05T10:18:00.001-03:002008-05-05T10:20:34.562-03:00teu silêncio<br />não me acordou<br />pra vida<br /><br />só interrompeu<br />o sonho<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-5041374796829411913?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-72926850192129442692008-05-04T10:11:00.003-03:002008-05-05T10:48:32.258-03:00antes<br />- eu<br />me perdia<br />em você<br />- você<br />se perdia<br />em mim<br /><br />depois<br />- eu <br />te perdi<br />- você<br />me perdeu<br /><br />: nós <br />dois<br />perdemos<br /><br />o<br />significado.<br /><br />***<br /><br /><strong>POETANDO JUNTO:</strong><br /><br /><strong>contraponto</strong><br /><br />ele e eu<br />somos fonemas<br />(poema?)<br />de inacabada<br />alquimia<br /><br />se grito<br />(finjo?)<br />ele perde o tom<br /><br />se me calo<br />(engasgo?)<br />ele vira poesia<br /><br /><a href="http://lobamulher.blogspot.com">Loba</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-7292685019212944269?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-21193646860966521182008-05-03T11:04:00.005-03:002008-05-04T10:14:25.916-03:00(a partir de um poema da <a href="http://lobamulher.blogspot.com">Loba</a>) <br /><br />paraíso<br />labirinto<br />ou<br />preci/<br />pício<br />o céu<br /><br />é um lugar<br />em mim<br />: eu<br /><br />voaria<br />pra lá<br />agora<br />se soubesse<br />onde<br /><br />estou.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-2119364686096652118?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-38796387271181547642008-05-03T10:57:00.003-03:002008-05-04T10:22:02.264-03:00(a partir de um poema da <a href="http://lobamulher.blogspot.com">Loba</a>) <br /><br />Quase<br />corta<br />o papel<br />o risco<br />assanha<br /><br />poemas<br />monstros<br />que eu<br />não<br />mostro.<br /><br />***<br /><br />leia mais <a href="http://cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com/search?q=loba">aqui</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-3879638727118154764?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-11630237662348263422008-05-02T10:17:00.003-03:002008-05-02T11:40:34.301-03:00este <br />sorriso<br />amarelo<br /><br />con/<br />veniente<br />(mente)<br /><br />costurado <br />na<br />face<br /><br />é minha<br />única<br />cicatriz<br /><br />que dói.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-1163023766234826342?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-39172207655979579742008-05-01T10:59:00.005-03:002008-05-03T11:33:46.042-03:00vôo<br />só<br />até <br /><br />onde<br /><br />sei<br />de <br />mim.<br /><br />***<br /><br />leia mais <a href="http://cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com/search?q=rasante">aqui</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-3917220765597957974?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-25864417951732985052008-04-29T15:18:00.008-03:002008-04-29T16:13:25.500-03:00havia<br />uma <br />dúvida<br />naquele silêncio<br /><br />um <br />silêncio<br />naquela dúvida:<br /><br />dois <br />caminhos<br />e nenhuma ponte <br />sobre<br />voando <br />o abismo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-2586441795173298505?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-68937579730619008442008-04-26T23:56:00.004-03:002008-04-27T10:19:28.217-03:00eu não tenho casa<br />não tenho carro<br />nem dinheiro<br />eu não tenho sabados<br />não tenho domingos<br />nem feriados <br /><br />eu só tenho: <br />este carinho<br />este abraço<br />este beijo<br />e essa Vontade<br />que dói tanto<br />e não serve pra nada.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-6893757973061900844?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-31214189749299850922008-04-21T11:09:00.002-03:002008-04-21T11:21:58.485-03:00e essa vontade<br />de fechar os olhos<br />apagar o sol<br /><br />e deixar o escuro<br />no escuro.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-3121418974929985092?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-49479729596226086692008-04-20T11:14:00.001-03:002008-04-20T11:16:16.611-03:00a mosca<br />e sua <br />aranha<br /><br />dois <br />mistérios<br />e uma<br />teia<br /><br />tecidos<br />do mesmo<br />fio.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-4947972959622608669?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-37722440623512720882008-04-10T11:19:00.008-03:002008-04-10T11:48:47.542-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/R_4iS0i_0XI/AAAAAAAAAJI/AJxLfV5sN-M/s1600-h/coletneapoetas1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/R_4iS0i_0XI/AAAAAAAAAJI/AJxLfV5sN-M/s320/coletneapoetas1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187621527515812210" /></a><br /><br /><strong>Trilhas</strong> - 2007 <br />Coletânea de autores blogueiros - <a href="http://www.camarabrasileira.com/">CBJE - RJ</a>.<br />Organizado pela Poeta <a href="http://lobamulher.blogspot.com">Euza Noronha</a>.<br />98 pags. capa com orelhas (laminação fosca), qualidade gráfica e literária.<br /><br /><strong>Autores:</strong><br /><br />AdéliaTheresaCampos <br />Carol Montone <br />Caruco<br />Cássio Amaral <br />Cris Destri<br />Diovvani Mendonça <br />Elisbeth Vasques <br />Elise Maria Mars <br />Euza Noronha<br />Francisco Dantas <br />L. Rafael Nolli <br />Lisa Alves<br />Octavio Roggiero Neto<br />Sandra Regina<br />Wilson Guanais<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-3772244062351272088?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-12257165528795362182008-04-08T11:11:00.001-03:002008-04-08T11:14:12.728-03:00quando<br />o invisível<br /><br />toca<br />o intocável<br /><br />: eu<br />vejo e sinto<br />e quase<br /><br />consigo<br />dizer<br />o indizível<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-1225716552879536218?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-27988577654122277002008-03-16T10:38:00.001-03:002008-03-16T10:41:04.301-03:00não sei onde<br />dorme a palavra<br />pássaro<br /><br />nem como<br />acorda-la do vôo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-2798857765412227700?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-51165359745382127172008-02-28T11:08:00.002-03:002008-02-28T11:12:27.722-03:00I<br /><br />um rio<br />seco<br /><br />ladeira<br />acima.<br /><br />II<br /><br />desagua<br />na<br />fonte.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-5116535974538212717?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-63105798293054148322008-02-27T13:42:00.001-03:002008-02-27T13:43:31.870-03:00quando<br />diabo<br />foge<br />da cruz<br /><br />voa <br />em <br />minha <br />direção<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-6310579829305414832?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-79902116044801852492008-02-04T10:35:00.000-02:002008-02-04T10:52:55.840-02:00as <br />quatro letras<br />da palavra <br />cama<br />rangendo<br /><br />a<br />noite inteira<br />rangendo<br />(há milênios)<br /><br />o <br />silêncio<br />todo trincado<br />pode <br />desabar.<br /><br />***<br /><br />hoje tem texto meu <a href="http://cacosdhoras.blog.terra.com.br/?cat=92726">aqui no Cacos d'Horas</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-7990211604480185249?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-67242634096434705352008-02-01T11:18:00.000-02:002008-02-01T11:22:47.903-02:00o dia<br />nascendo<br />& eu<br /><br />- ainda <br />sem<br />dormir -<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-6724263409643470535?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-61462928926380845092008-01-21T11:17:00.000-02:002008-01-21T11:24:32.458-02:00Meu vizinho barulhento<br />não me deixa escrever<br />- o mal amado<br />conhece minha fraqueza<br />sabe que<br />estou em desvantagem<br /><br />eu preciso de poemas...<br />eu preciso de poemas...<br />eu preciso de poemas...<br />preciso de<br />poemas pra ser<br />um idiota completo<br /><br />e <br />ele não precisa de nada.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-6146292892638084509?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-82861879256469210572008-01-19T10:46:00.000-02:002008-01-19T10:55:22.576-02:00sou poeta<br />de um poema <br />inacabado<br /><br />: ainda <br />espero <br />o inesperado.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-8286187925646921057?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-6091221038918852682008-01-14T12:38:00.000-02:002008-01-14T12:53:10.799-02:00o espaço <br />em branco<br />o branco <br />no espaço<br /><br />onde <br />um poema quase<br />quase acontece<br />(jamais)<br />quando <br /><br />o espaço <br />ainda <br />cabe em si <br />e na cor.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-609122103891885268?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-89083387912739875092008-01-12T11:40:00.000-02:002008-01-12T11:43:47.036-02:00não<br />falo<br />mui<br />to<br />tenho a<br />lingua<br /><br />presa<br /><br />no<br />mini<br />mo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-8908338791273987509?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-85899649530939733942008-01-11T13:49:00.000-02:002008-01-11T14:02:13.557-02:00a vida<br />é poço<br /><br />o céu<br />é poço<br /><br />a eternidade<br />é poço...<br /><br />: <br />e o poema<br />sem <br />fundo.<br /><br />***<br /><br />Hoje tem texto meu aqui:<br /><a href="http://argiladapalavra.softservice.info/index.php?option=com_content&task=category&sectionid=6&id=27&Itemid=32">Argila da palavra</a><br /><a href="http://www.poetasdelmundo.com/verInfo_america.asp?ID=3492">Poetas del mundo</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-8589964953093973394?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-12757431668108580022008-01-04T10:52:00.000-02:002008-01-04T11:08:45.916-02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/R34szhWwL9I/AAAAAAAAAGg/1dnhXhjA-ak/s1600-h/longe+assim.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/R34szhWwL9I/AAAAAAAAAGg/1dnhXhjA-ak/s320/longe+assim.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151604287397179346" /></a><br /><br />Capa: <a href="http://telasdonoronha.blogspot.com/">D´Noronha</a><br />Leia os textos <a href="http://longeassim.blogspot.com/">aqui</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-1275743166810858002?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-19906184627341558922007-12-19T11:16:00.000-02:002007-12-19T11:19:59.641-02:00sou<br />a parede<br />onde<br /><br />colo<br />o ouvido<br />quando<br /><br />quero<br />ouvir o<br />cor-<br /><br />ação<br />do<br />segredo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-1990618462734155892?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-41618503790457578272007-12-17T11:03:00.000-02:002007-12-18T11:41:52.305-02:00<em>Com final sugerido pelo poeta <a href="http://amoresfunebres.blogspot.com">Douglas D.</a></em><br /><br />acolhido <br />ou não<br />pela espécie<br />sou a<br /><br />minha única <br />opção de <br />espaço<br />no abismo<br /><br />: o tempo <br />não tem fundo<br /><br />nem pressa...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-4161850379045757827?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-31454438457051466492007-12-14T10:54:00.000-02:002007-12-14T10:56:22.714-02:00dormir<br />alimenta<br /><br />: a<br />noite me<br /><br />devora.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-3145443845705146649?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-17944520612494857392007-12-10T10:25:00.000-02:002007-12-10T10:40:46.313-02:00mais<br />denso<br />o vôo<br />dos pássaros<br /><br />onde <br />o susto<br />(que antecede<br />a fuga)<br /><br />solidifica <br />o <br />ar<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-1794452061249485739?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-58485594460543762552007-12-07T11:08:00.000-02:002007-12-07T11:18:35.356-02:00o poeta<br />o poema<br />quando <br />não<br />se emendam<br /><br />formam <br />uma coisa <br />só<br /><br />que <br />não chega<br />a <br />existir<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-5848559446054376255?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-5479817967293412522007-12-05T10:27:00.000-02:002007-12-05T23:41:46.797-02:00<em>Explicito</em> o texto sempre <em>díptico</em> claro-escuro <em>guardado</em> nunca <br />e até nos (modernos) tratados de <em>astronomia</em> <br />mas no fundo no fundo do fundo <br />tudo é oferenda <em>ao mesmo assunto &</em> (ou) como prefiro <br /><em>objeto</em> de intenso <em>recomeçar</em> <br />algo assim <em>cântico</em> sem palavras lascas de silêncio e autobiografia <br />ante sala de algum possível <em>comentário</em> <br />não raro absurdo convite me chama eu vôo <br />todo dia ha milênios<br />mergulho no imenso e (des)aprendo um tanto <br />agora por exemplo o oco das palavras é sólido e dói menos onde <br />sou <em>in finita mente</em> vazio.<br /><br />###<br /><br />Recebi um desafio da amiga <a href="http://taismorais.blogspot.com">Taís Morais</a> ela me convidou para fazer parte da <strong>ENCRUZILHADA</strong>.<br /><br />A tarefa consiste em compor uma prosa, conto ou poesia utilizando o título dos últimos 10 posts,<br />não necessariamente na mesma ordem de publicação, e podendo usar outras palavras<br />para dar sentido ao texto.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-547981796729341252?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-38246855870602691202007-12-04T11:02:00.000-02:002007-12-04T11:09:51.513-02:00I<br /><br />as paredes<br />são janelas<br />e nós<br /><br />: desejos<br />escancarados<br /><br />II<br /><br />as paredes<br />observam<br />pelo te(x)to<br /><br />: que <br />é de vidro<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-3824685587060269120?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-36308131570259308712007-11-28T11:22:00.000-02:002007-11-28T14:56:07.186-02:00...................................<br /><br /><strong>Bebê</strong><br /><br />cresce<br />barriga<br />afora<br />realidade<br />adentro<br /><br />nesse<br />desabrigo<br />nada<br />existirá<br />sem ele.<br /><br />###<br /><br /><strong>Berço</strong><br /><br />aqui<br />no fundo <br /><br />(falso)<br />do poço<br /><br />o buraco<br /><br />é mais <br />em cima<br /><br />(e chama<br />céu).<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-3630813157025930871?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-77032316365662367662007-11-23T11:09:00.000-02:002007-11-23T11:38:04.054-02:00o poema<br />(não<br />me <br /><br />deixa)<br /><br />:<br />escrito.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-7703231636566236766?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-90738884032838366682007-11-16T10:38:00.000-02:002007-11-16T10:40:14.451-02:00acolhido<br />no<br />silêncio<br />do<br />mistério<br /><br />tem<br />um<br />passarinho<br />morto<br /><br />(chocando<br />o <br />sol).<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-9073888403283836668?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-11799272430202361422007-11-12T15:15:00.000-02:002007-11-15T11:01:49.858-02:00(a partir de um poema da Loba)<br /> <br />Poesia<br />tem<br />chuva e sol<br /><br />momentos<br />de <br />claro <br />escuro<br />frio calor<br /><br />muitas <br />portas<br />e janelas<br /><br />corre <br />corre<br />de poetas<br /><br />e <br />não poetas<br /><br />tentando<br />entrar ou <br />sair.<br /><br />###<br /><br />Hoje tem texto meu na <a href="http://www.gargantadaserpente.com/toca/poetas/wilsonguanais.php">Garganta da Serpente</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-1179927243020236142?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-38644487960603746442007-11-03T10:33:00.000-02:002007-11-03T10:35:34.358-02:00quero<br />apenas<br />que<br />o poema<br />exista<br /><br />e<br />funcione<br />um<br />instante<br /><br />se<br />possível<br /><br />que<br />não<br />o <br />decifrem<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-3864448796060374644?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-18816828092582896602007-10-22T11:01:00.000-02:002007-10-22T11:03:00.805-02:00nunca<br />é tarde<br />é sempre<br /><br />: dia<br />ou noite<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-1881682809258289660?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-62186173139836434812007-10-20T11:01:00.000-02:002007-10-20T11:02:43.660-02:00Tudo<br />É alimento<br />Material de <br />Construção<br /><br />Grande é <br />A pirâmide<br /><br />Desde cedo<br />Crescendo<br />Da lama<br />À extinção.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-6218617313983643481?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-680852163941368932007-10-15T11:37:00.000-02:002007-10-15T11:43:36.791-02:00<em>( sobre o livro solo da <a href="http://lobaminas.blogspot.com">Loba</a> - ainda no prelo - )</em><br /><br />se você<br />leitor(a)<br />ainda <br />não tem<br /> <br />invente<br />uma <br />ou mais<br />ou perca<br /> <br />o melhor <br />do melhor<br />só lendo<br />pra ver<br /> <br />o reflexo<br />da alma <br />nela <br />mesma.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-68085216394136893?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-8788698880963771592007-09-28T11:43:00.000-03:002007-10-04T12:36:25.388-03:00(a partir de um "conceito" desgastado)<br /><br />os seres<br />as coisas<br />tudo<br />perecível<br /><br />não cabe<br />no <br />instante<br />o amanhã<br /><br />: <br />é imenso.<br /><br />###<br /><br />hoje tem texto meu <a href="http://www.blocosonline.com.br/literatura/poesia/dd/ddpoe159.php">aqui em Blocos</a><br />leia mais <a href="http://www.blocosonline.com.br">aqui</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-878869888096377159?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-45592094056006871292007-09-25T11:50:00.000-03:002007-09-25T11:54:26.038-03:00( a partir de um poema da Loba ) <br /><br />quero ser somente<br />movimento<br />- de asas -<br />decolando pra onde<br />não tenho<br />que ir<br /><br />que pousar<br />acrescenta a paisagem<br />outro tanto<br />de peso<br />nas âncoras.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-4559209405600687129?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-34910289748223310562007-09-05T20:57:00.000-03:002007-09-17T10:43:25.491-03:00enquanto<br />escrevo<br />vôo<br /><br />: deixando<br />de <br />existir<br /><br />###<br /><br />Tem texto meu no <a href="http://blogdesete.blogspot.com">Blog de 7</a><br /><br />###<br /><br />Edições Árvore dos Poemas e Mixpan Indústria e Comércio Ltda, convidam a todos para participarem do <a href="http://www.paopoesia.blogspot.com">Pão & Poesia</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-3491028974822331056?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-26543246109225725962007-08-29T13:13:00.000-03:002007-08-29T13:25:53.949-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/RtWbbjKh5xI/AAAAAAAAAFM/MXfuHFrwd9U/s1600-h/telas%2520verme%2520027.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/RtWbbjKh5xI/AAAAAAAAAFM/MXfuHFrwd9U/s320/telas%2520verme%2520027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104156650292504338" /></a><br /><br />Mista sobre tela - ano 2005 - 190 x 100 - Florianópolis SC<br />Autor: <a href="http://telasdonoronha.blogspot.com">D'Noronha</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-2654324610922572596?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-5657211728359003592007-08-22T14:57:00.000-03:002007-08-22T14:58:43.505-03:00o núcleo<br />do dia<br />(também)<br /><br />é umbigo<br />da noite<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-565721172835900359?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-33692713540538402252007-08-22T10:20:00.000-03:002007-09-02T23:04:35.897-03:00clareira <br />aberta <br />no tempo<br />fogo <br />aceso <br />no escuro<br /><br />clareira <br />acesa <br />no escuro<br />fogo <br />aberto <br />no tempo<br /><br />: aceso <br />o fogo <br />aberta <br />a clareira<br /><br />: o tempo <br />escuro <br />a chama <br />inútil.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-3369271354053840225?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-17373155613031814782007-08-15T11:35:00.000-03:002007-08-15T11:48:45.679-03:00Se você já foi publicado pela <a href="http://www.camarabrasileira.com/">CBJE</a>, poderá postar aqui 01 (um) poema inédito por dia. Todos os poemas serão avaliados pelos moderadores que decidirão pela veiculação ou não. Este painel é atualizado três vezes por dia, e os trabalhos publicados ficam no ar durante 7 sete dias. Você poderá, também, fazer comentários sobre as obras publicadas ou, especificamente, sobre determinado poema. Os emails dos poetas e dos comentaristas também serão publicados.<br /><br />Leia os poemas aqui: <br /><a href="http://www.camarabrasileira.com/biblio.htm">Poetas da vez</a><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-1737315561303181478?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-13856380745082800952007-08-13T12:10:00.000-03:002007-08-13T12:14:35.108-03:00( a partir de um poema da Loba )<br /><br />estranha sede<br />que também<br />é fome<br />e labirinto<br /><br />escondido<br />- ou não -<br />sob a toalha<br />(desde sempre<br />sem saidas)<br /><br />como escapar<br />do mistério?<br />(de que tudo é<br />feito)<br /><br />: se <br />nossas pernas <br />nossos pés<br /><br />são da mesa<br />e das cadeiras.<br /><br />###<br /><br /><strong>segunda feira:</strong> começou funcionar, acho que agora vai (parar outra vez)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-1385638074508280095?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-10626796976764144952007-08-07T12:20:00.000-03:002007-08-09T23:26:53.833-03:00e saio<br />só<br />ensaio<br />só<br /><br />aquilo<br />que<br />não<br /><br />quero<br />ser.<br /><br />###<br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>quarta feira</strong> : não consigo mais visualizar os blogs.<br /><strong>quinta feira</strong> : não consigo mais visualizar os blogs.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-1062679697676414495?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-39517087850325364452007-08-02T16:09:00.000-03:002007-08-07T12:24:43.095-03:00não consigo mais visualizar nenhum blog, alguém ai está vendo esta postagem?<br />avise:<br /><br /><strong>wilson_guanais@hotmail.com</strong><br /><br /><br />AGRADEÇO EMAILS, MAS... <br /><br />AINDA NÃO ESTOU CONSEGUINDO ASSESSAR NUNHUM BLOG "BLOGSPOT" PARECE QUE EXISTE ALGUM TIPO DE BLOQUEIO, JÁ FUI ATÉ O MOMENTO EM 5 CYBERS DIFERENTES, TENTEI MAIS DE VINTE COMPUTADORES E NADA.<br />EFETUO LOGIN E ATÉ CONSIGO POSTAR MAS NÃO PASSA DISSO, DEPOIS DA POSTAGEM FEITA NÃO CONSIGO VISUALIZAR, NÃO ABRE.<br /><br />NÃO SEI COMO RESOLVER ISSO.<br /><br />###<br /><br /><strong>SEGUNDA FEIRA, 06/08/2007:</strong> NÃO FUNCIONA, NÃO FUNCIONA, NÃO FUNCIONA, NÃO FUNCIONA...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-3951708785032536445?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-76190807401551553202007-07-24T12:45:00.000-03:002007-07-24T12:53:42.141-03:00tem que<br />se recolher<br />dos espinhos<br />(a carne)<br /><br />ainda resta<br />abrir<br />nos olhos<br />a alma<br /><br />buscar<br />o amanhecer<br />dos dias<br />esquecidos<br /><br />dentro<br />da noite<br />: fora<br />do sonho.<br /><br />com a <a href="http://lobaminas.blogspot.com">Loba/Euza Noronha</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-7619080740155155320?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-44718486541013422232007-07-13T15:41:00.000-03:002007-07-13T15:57:43.776-03:00(só funciona quando me falta assunto)<br /><br />desconstruir<br />essa coisa<br />transparente<br />de baixo<br />para cima<br />de dentro<br />para fora<br />ou se preferir <br />vice-versa<br />(tanto faz)<br /><br />unir o fútil<br />ao degradável<br />depois in-<br />satisfeito<br />confidenciar<br />em outra<br />oportunidade<br />que poesia<br />é algo menos<br />nunca mais.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-4471848654101342223?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-41707921333548825962007-07-04T12:12:00.000-03:002007-07-11T13:18:19.924-03:00já no começo<br />da conversa<br /><br />transformo <br />nada<br />em<br />coisa nenhuma<br /><br />ou<br />vice-versa.<br /><br />###<br /><br /><strong>Poetando junto</strong><br /><br />Loba:<br /><br />em nada<br />te gosto <br />como quem tenta <br />vencer o espaço<br />do sábado murmurante<br /><br />em coisa nenhuma<br />gosto de ti<br />abraçando o fogo<br />de um domingo<br />que escorre lento<br /><br />mas gosto<br />ainda mais<br />do vice e versa<br />das feiras<br />onde você desconversa<br />e vira poesia<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-4170792133354882596?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-22887854743396117492007-07-02T12:28:00.000-03:002007-07-04T12:10:16.185-03:00- E se for amor...<br />- E se for amor...<br />- E se for amor...<br />Repetia em pensamento.<br />- E se for...<br />- E se for...<br />E se foi.<br /><br />###<br /><br />Aumentando um mini ponto<br /><br /><strong>Loba:</strong><br /><br />se isso for amor<br />há de ser<br />uma veia inquieta<br />uma razão perdida<br />uma letra de poeta<br />um tudo ou nada<br /><br />nunca um foi<br />sem nunca ter <br />voltado<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-2288785474339611749?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-15854996372939288452007-06-28T12:44:00.000-03:002007-06-28T12:45:23.394-03:00Todos a sua volta<br />Em suas casas<br />Em suas cidades<br />Em seus estados<br />Em seus países<br /><br />Esses leitores ávidos<br />Qua a gente sabe<br />Não existem<br />Sempre exigindo<br />A beleza, a beleza<br /><br />Cobram tanto deste<br />Que no máximo<br />Pode ser sincero e<br />De vez em quando<br />Pegar a caneta<br /><br />Com gesto simples<br />Quase inconsciente<br />Riscar um x<br />no mapa-mundi<br />(Ainda em branco)<br /><br />Sinalizando assim<br />O lugar exato<br />Onde uma ilha<br />Pesada de tesouros<br />Submergiu.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-1585499637293928845?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-77888224265613223332007-06-26T12:39:00.000-03:002007-06-26T12:41:26.111-03:00meu castelo<br />o (des)abrigo<br />do sonho<br /><br />é mais água<br />que areia<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-7788822426561322333?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-30971446738551088952007-06-25T11:03:00.000-03:002007-06-25T11:06:55.017-03:00aconteça<br />o que<br />acon-<br />tecer<br /><br />nada mais<br />acon-<br />tece<br />antes<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-3097144673855108895?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-51450387089477739822007-06-21T11:00:00.000-03:002007-06-22T12:31:34.965-03:00Louco<br />E lúcido<br />Empilha<br />Pedras<br />No jardim onde<br /><br />Afirma cultivar<br />Invisível<br />Uma flor<br />Toda<br />Perfume.<br /><br />###<br /><br />hoje ganhei um carinho da Loba <a href="http://lobaminas.blogspot.com/2007/06/mix.html">aqui</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-5145038708947773982?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-12102164415280759962007-06-11T10:30:00.000-03:002007-06-11T10:56:01.481-03:00foram<br />os deuses<br />foram eles<br /><br />foram<br />as deusas<br />foram elas<br /><br />esqueceram<br />algum<br />barulho<br /><br />onde <br />a poesia<br />cochilava.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-1210216441528075996?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-38530977981458325512007-06-04T10:49:00.000-03:002007-06-05T12:48:40.658-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/RmQaNpBSv8I/AAAAAAAAAEk/keHst8zY9uI/s1600-h/planetalimpo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/RmQaNpBSv8I/AAAAAAAAAEk/keHst8zY9uI/s320/planetalimpo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072207901977919426" /></a><br /><br /><strong>Constatação</strong><br /><br />os esgotos<br />são todos iguais<br /><br />: tem o mesmo <br />cheiro dos rios.<br /><br />###<br /><br /><strong>Tarefa </strong><br /><br />dar nome<br />aos<br />bichos<br /><br />ao lixo<br />que<br />produzir.<br /><br />###<br /><br /><a href="http://www.linoresende.com.br/blog/">Blogagem coletiva, começou aqui</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-3853097798145832551?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-89044169243099639172007-05-29T12:43:00.000-03:002007-05-29T12:45:05.153-03:00a morte existe<br />para que a vida<br />seja completa<br /><br />e as pálpebras<br />para que a noite<br />seja completa<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-8904416924309963917?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-38459302875002497822007-05-24T12:27:00.000-03:002007-05-25T10:59:28.389-03:00o Presente <br />meu desabrigo<br />- enquanto <br />(d)escrevo <br />o (des)necessário<br />(uni)verso - <br />dois Monstros<br />coabitam<br />lá fora<br />onde Tudo<br />inexiste.<br /><br />---<br /><br />Hoje tem texto meu <a href="http://movimentovirarte.blogspot.com">aqui</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-3845930287500249782?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-85274191243438754212007-05-23T11:12:00.000-03:002007-05-23T11:14:40.019-03:00disse que<br />não tinha nada<br />nada mesmo<br /><br />: nada <br />contra a maré.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-8527419124343875421?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-31919784848207587062007-05-17T12:25:00.000-03:002007-05-17T12:27:43.227-03:00: o coração do poema<br />pulsando<br /><br />na caixa ( torácica )<br />de Pandora.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-3191978484820758706?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-62316590666465797052007-05-14T10:55:00.000-03:002007-05-14T16:49:19.117-03:00os poemas<br />são<br />todos iguais<br /><br />: às mil<br />faces<br />do espanto.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-6231659066646579705?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-31155217549369521852007-05-11T12:32:00.000-03:002007-05-11T12:33:26.563-03:00Em sua fenda<br />abstrata<br />sempre aberta<br />e fechada<br /><br />o dia<br />não pôde entrar<br />a noite<br />não pôde sair.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-3115521754936952185?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-88604893586311735742007-05-01T11:35:00.000-03:002007-05-01T11:36:41.707-03:00no<br />fim<br />do túnel<br />uma<br />luz<br /><br />acesa<br />na <br />escuridão<br />que<br />sou<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-8860489358631173574?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-12506624023757659622007-04-23T16:48:00.000-03:002007-04-23T16:59:02.989-03:00meus braços abertos<br />e todo abraço<br />só acontece <br />na despedida<br /><br />meus braços abertos<br />são portas <br />abertas<br />só de saída.(?)<br /><br />(ao Pai que nunca abracei - em memória)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-1250662402375765962?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-63505146902692587002007-04-23T14:57:00.000-03:002007-04-23T14:59:38.158-03:00vivos e mortos<br />mortos os mortos<br />vivos os vivos<br /><br />mortos e vivos<br />vivos os mortos<br />mortos os vivos<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-6350514690269258700?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-59868162132493012942007-04-23T14:53:00.000-03:002007-04-23T15:06:04.635-03:00meu pai<br />minha mãe <br />meu irmão<br />minha irmã<br />nosso cachorro<br />e eu:<br /><br />morávamos <br />todos em <br />uma casa <br />grande e <br />bem-assombrada<br />por nós.<br /><br />---<br /><br />leia mais <a href="http://www.camarabrasileira.com/wilsonguanais.htm">AQUI</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-5986816213249301294?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1