tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52802820329430814492011-04-21T21:41:40.958+01:00Duarte Costahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05590965098798588340noreply@blogger.comBlogger151100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280282032943081449.post-65535932232232520782008-03-11T08:34:00.002Z2008-12-12T04:59:02.483Z<br><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s85sllxvhWU/R9bSJs0_sAI/AAAAAAAAAMY/kQ7Bn23xWgY/s1600-h/Tears_Of_Blood_.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s85sllxvhWU/R9bSJs0_sAI/AAAAAAAAAMY/kQ7Bn23xWgY/s320/Tears_Of_Blood_.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176555885803057154" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />não digas nada<br />deixa-me olhar para ti<br />deixa-me ficar, assim, só tu<br />e eu, a mergulhar naquilo <br />que me fazes sentir, assim,<br />por ti, por mim e pelo nós<br />que não é<br /><br />não digas nada<br />deixa-me sentir <br />nas asas que me deixam voar<br />num sonho que não quero acabar<br />gostava de saber, poder<br />fazer(-te) ver<br />aquilo que eu mais <br />gostava de ser<br /><br />não digas nada<br /><br />saboreio-te à medida <br />que arranco as páginas<br />do livro que em ti vou lendo,<br />duma história…<br /><br />que tenho medo de escrever<br /><br /><br /><strong>duarte costa</strong><br /><em>11 de março de 2008</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5280282032943081449-6553593223223252078?l=soltaraovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Duarte Costahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05590965098798588340noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280282032943081449.post-25550948293547026572008-02-25T08:15:00.002Z2008-12-12T04:59:02.648Z<br><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s85sllxvhWU/R8KneyoOllI/AAAAAAAAAGY/GW0IforCkqQ/s1600-h/M.R.+Manohar+-+Silence.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s85sllxvhWU/R8KneyoOllI/AAAAAAAAAGY/GW0IforCkqQ/s320/M.R.+Manohar+-+Silence.jpg" border="0" alt="M. R. Manohar - Silence"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170879469603165778" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />o silêncio ensurdecedor queima mais<br />que o doce veneno de quem nos prende...<br /><br /><br /><strong>duarte costa</strong><br /><em>25 de fevereiro de 2008</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5280282032943081449-2555094829354702657?l=soltaraovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Duarte Costahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05590965098798588340noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280282032943081449.post-82355218390496215462008-02-21T08:31:00.002Z2008-12-12T04:59:03.041Z<br><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s85sllxvhWU/R72oFioOlbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8Xv5SxuHst8/s1600-h/suicidio.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s85sllxvhWU/R72oFioOlbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8Xv5SxuHst8/s320/suicidio.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169472760439543218" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />calco a fronteira<br />de mim mesmo<br /><br />deixo o vento decidir<br />para que lado hei-de tombar<br /><br /><br /><strong>duarte costa</strong><br /><em>21 de fevereiro de 2008</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5280282032943081449-8235521839049621546?l=soltaraovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Duarte Costahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05590965098798588340noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280282032943081449.post-2143814988974011202008-02-21T08:13:00.004Z2008-12-12T04:59:03.203Z<br><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s85sllxvhWU/R72YRioOlZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/8xmysXTUZpU/s1600-h/Frank+Pape+-+Yea,+Though+I+Walk+Through+the+Valley+of+the+Shadow+of+Death,+I+Will+Fear+No+Evil.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s85sllxvhWU/R72YRioOlZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/8xmysXTUZpU/s200/Frank+Pape+-+Yea,+Though+I+Walk+Through+the+Valley+of+the+Shadow+of+Death,+I+Will+Fear+No+Evil.jpg" border="0" alt="Frank Pape - Yea, Though I Walk Through the Valley of the Shadow of Death, I Will Fear No Evil"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169455374411928978" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />dói-me a distância<br />que transporta <br />o crepúsculo<br />pungente<br /><br />piso a ferida<br />duma morte<br />anunciada<br /><br /><br /><strong>duarte costa</strong><br /><em>21 de fevereiro de 2008</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5280282032943081449-214381498897401120?l=soltaraovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Duarte Costahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05590965098798588340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280282032943081449.post-88808701859250018032008-02-20T08:17:00.003Z2008-12-12T04:59:03.318Z<br><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s85sllxvhWU/R7v9ISoOlWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mWf9rj1MqBM/s1600-h/Ansel+-+Butler+-+Pain+of+the+blues.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s85sllxvhWU/R7v9ISoOlWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mWf9rj1MqBM/s400/Ansel+-+Butler+-+Pain+of+the+blues.jpg" border="0" alt="Ansel Butler - Pain of the Blues"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169003316219123042" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />movimento-me<br />por entre correntes<br />no sentido dum<br />caminho <br />que não quero<br />percorrer<br /><br />sei que<br />vou encontrar<br />pedaços doridos <br />e sofridos<br />de mim mesmo,<br /><br />reflectidos<br />na promessa <br />de não mais<br />la voltar<br /><br />odeio-te<br />porque te amo<br /><br /><br /><strong>duarte costa</strong><br /><em>19 de fevereiro de 2008</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5280282032943081449-8880870185925001803?l=soltaraovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Duarte Costahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05590965098798588340noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280282032943081449.post-25087380920785100432008-01-31T08:27:00.000Z2008-12-12T04:59:03.866Z<br><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s85sllxvhWU/R7wWHCoOlXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/pcz8biuhkRA/s1600-h/Salvador+Dali+-+The+Impossible+Dream.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s85sllxvhWU/R7wWHCoOlXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/pcz8biuhkRA/s400/Salvador+Dali+-+The+Impossible+Dream.jpg" border="0" alt="Salvador Dali - The Impossible Dream"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169030782534980978" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />estar<br />perto<br />e estar<br />tão<br />longe<br /><br />e querer<br />mais<br />perto<br />estar<br /><br />distância<br />medida<br />por<br />impulsos<br /><br />coração<br />razão<br /><br />é difícil<br /><br />respirar<br />o ar <br />que tu <br />sufocas<br /><br />pisar<br />o chão<br />que tu<br />reprimes<br /><br />trago-te<br />na algibeira<br />dum sonho<br /><br />é pena<br />ter que<br />estar<br />acordado<br /><br /><br /><strong>duarte costa</strong><br /><em>06 de fevereiro de 2008</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5280282032943081449-2508738092078510043?l=soltaraovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Duarte Costahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05590965098798588340noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280282032943081449.post-86864512257035889232007-12-28T08:33:00.005Z2008-12-12T04:59:03.998Z<br><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s85sllxvhWU/R8aDOSoOlmI/AAAAAAAAAME/thFAyNNNPgY/s1600-h/Robert+James+-+Her+Green+Eyes.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s85sllxvhWU/R8aDOSoOlmI/AAAAAAAAAME/thFAyNNNPgY/s320/Robert+James+-+Her+Green+Eyes.jpg" border="0" alt="Robert James - Her Green Eyes"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171965503623566946" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />mergulho nos teus olhos<br />expoente da revelação<br /><br />sugo a magia do ar<br />fotografo a felicidade<br /><br />seguro os ponteiros <br />dum relógio irreflectido<br /><br />morte e ressurreição<br />crime e redenção<br /><br />caminhas no sentido<br />inverso ao do destino<br /><br /><br /><strong>duarte costa</strong><br /><em>28 de dezembro de 2007</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5280282032943081449-8686451225703588923?l=soltaraovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Duarte Costahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05590965098798588340noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280282032943081449.post-78404795919944762672007-12-24T08:46:00.003Z2008-12-12T04:59:04.163Z<br><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s85sllxvhWU/R7wXZyoOlYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/F_ZNrWN_4M0/s1600-h/Melody+Koert+-+Illumination.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s85sllxvhWU/R7wXZyoOlYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/F_ZNrWN_4M0/s400/Melody+Koert+-+Illumination.jpg" border="0" alt="Melody Koert - Illumination"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169032204169155970" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />o mundo embrulhado<br />em papel colorido<br /><br />esbraceja numa balança<br />em equilíbrio sustenido<br /><br />de fachada em fachada<br />afasto-me do rudimento<br /><br />ergo uma valeta ao mundo<br /><br /><br /><strong>duarte costa</strong><br /><em>24 de dezembro de 2007</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5280282032943081449-7840479591994476267?l=soltaraovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Duarte Costahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05590965098798588340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280282032943081449.post-13109086640365640462007-12-23T15:27:00.001Z2008-12-12T04:59:04.352Z<br><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s85sllxvhWU/R2_RygkdHeI/AAAAAAAAADE/xd3Wd1zPbuw/s1600-h/Picasso+-+La+Muse.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s85sllxvhWU/R2_RygkdHeI/AAAAAAAAADE/xd3Wd1zPbuw/s320/Picasso+-+La+Muse.jpg" border="0" alt="Pablo Picasso - La Muse"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147563564774268386" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />és a flor <br />que ilumina <br />o meu jardim<br /><br />no meio<br />do deserto<br />és um oásis <br />sempre presente<br /><br />és o farol<br />em noites<br />de tormenta<br /><br />és tudo<br />no meio<br />de nada<br /><br />adoro-te<br /><br />todos os dias e mais um<br /><br />(dedicado ao amor da minha vida)<br /><br /><strong>duarte costa</strong><br /><em>22 de dezembro de 2007</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5280282032943081449-1310908664036564046?l=soltaraovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Duarte Costahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05590965098798588340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280282032943081449.post-46667383812910583262007-12-18T08:40:00.001Z2008-12-12T04:59:04.364Z<br><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s85sllxvhWU/R2epWwkdHbI/AAAAAAAAACs/GNOGJCVOg-M/s1600-h/Marc+Chagall+-+Le+Cirque.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s85sllxvhWU/R2epWwkdHbI/AAAAAAAAACs/GNOGJCVOg-M/s320/Marc+Chagall+-+Le+Cirque.jpg" border="0" alt="Marc Chagall - Le Cirque" /></a><br /><br><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />almas que se esvaziam<br />em correntes paralelas<br /><br />cadências sem compasso<br />orquestra de solistas<br /><br />destilo consciências<br />seduzo-me em insinuações<br /><br />saboreio a doutrina<br />do conformismo<br /><br /><br /><strong>duarte costa</strong><br /><em>18 de dezembro de 2007</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5280282032943081449-4666738381291058326?l=soltaraovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Duarte Costahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05590965098798588340noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280282032943081449.post-29922479946264839032007-12-11T08:21:00.002Z2008-12-12T04:59:04.683Z<br><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s85sllxvhWU/R2_KtAkdHcI/AAAAAAAAAC0/BCcP3PRkXJ4/s1600-h/Chester+Elmore+-+Bring+Darfur+Into+Our+Living+Rooms.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s85sllxvhWU/R2_KtAkdHcI/AAAAAAAAAC0/BCcP3PRkXJ4/s320/Chester+Elmore+-+Bring+Darfur+Into+Our+Living+Rooms.jpg" border="0" alt="Chester Elmore - Bring Darfur Into Our Living Rooms"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147555773703593410" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />despojos de guerra<br />e armas sem terra<br />conjugam-se<br />em anéis abstractos<br />de realidades convexas<br /><br />outrora altivas<br />as pessoas caídas<br />expiam-se<br />de crimes depravados<br />de mentes perversas<br /><br />exército opressor<br />sem lei, sem ordem...<br />tirano com braço comprido<br />e mão que apunhala<br /><br />pessoas fugindo...<br /><br />sabem que a vida que lhes resta<br />é tempo medido por uma bala<br /><br /><br /><strong>duarte costa</strong><br /><em>11 de dezembro de 2007</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5280282032943081449-2992247994626483903?l=soltaraovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Duarte Costahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05590965098798588340noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280282032943081449.post-52083266184823508772007-12-05T19:14:00.001Z2008-12-12T04:59:04.765Z<br><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s85sllxvhWU/R1bwNkeNXgI/AAAAAAAAACI/7YjX_VlyzU0/s1600-h/Peter+Wileman+-+Red+Horizon.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s85sllxvhWU/R1bwNkeNXgI/AAAAAAAAACI/7YjX_VlyzU0/s320/Peter+Wileman+-+Red+Horizon.jpg" border="0" alt="Peter Wileman - Red Horizon" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />o horizonte parece longínquo<br />fora de unidades de medida<br /><br />castelos de nuvens <br />entopem a percepção<br /><br />tempestades de espelhos<br />humilham-me a passagem<br /><br />deixo em testamento<br />a poeira que assenta<br /><br />terra seca reduzida a pó<br /><br /><br /><strong>duarte costa</strong><br /><em>05 de dezembro de 2007</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5280282032943081449-5208326618482350877?l=soltaraovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Duarte Costahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05590965098798588340noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280282032943081449.post-53422561116533438592007-12-05T08:23:00.001Z2008-12-12T04:59:04.938Z<br><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s85sllxvhWU/R1aEPkeNXcI/AAAAAAAAABc/xTkco0IXMIY/s1600-h/Andy+Warhol+-+1954-65+-+Little+Electric+Chair.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s85sllxvhWU/R1aEPkeNXcI/AAAAAAAAABc/xTkco0IXMIY/s320/Andy+Warhol+-+1954-65+-+Little+Electric+Chair.jpg" border="0" alt="Andy Warhol - Little Electric Chair" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />a fobia do vazio<br />as escolhas que se fazem<br />as mensagens do destino<br />ir em frente,<br />coragem<br /><br />há muito que parti<br />há muito que não cheguei<br />voltas redondas<br />de uma mesma<br />anátema<br /><br />procuro sinónimos <br />paralelos<br />de asserções impostas<br />que me arrogam<br /><br />lanço âncora<br />em mar alto<br />atraco em orifícios<br />da aparência<br /><br />revezo-me <br />na decomposição<br />de mim mesmo<br /><br /><br /><strong>duarte costa</strong><br /><em>05 de dezembro de 2007</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5280282032943081449-5342256111653343859?l=soltaraovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Duarte Costahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05590965098798588340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280282032943081449.post-68367400502256435722007-11-15T08:20:00.001Z2008-12-12T04:59:05.110Z<br><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s85sllxvhWU/R1V80UeNXaI/AAAAAAAAABM/pvGRfbOgqBk/s1600-h/Gregory+Williams+-+Reflections+II.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s85sllxvhWU/R1V80UeNXaI/AAAAAAAAABM/pvGRfbOgqBk/s400/Gregory+Williams+-+Reflections+II.jpg" border="0" alt="Gregory Williams - Reflections II" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />a melancolia da alma<br />é o aperitivo do vazio<br /><br />o vislumbre que procuro<br />vagueia pelo infinito<br /><br />o inverno que não passa<br />sublima a tempestade<br /><br />perdi a bússola rumo ao norte...<br /><br /><br /><strong>duarte costa</strong><br /><em>15 de novembro de 2007</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5280282032943081449-6836740050225643572?l=soltaraovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Duarte Costahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05590965098798588340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280282032943081449.post-42261356087476884782007-11-12T08:01:00.001Z2008-12-12T04:59:05.379Z<br><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s85sllxvhWU/R1V6t0eNXYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/aAqhfNjovrs/s1600-h/Edvard+Munch+-+1893+-+The-Scream.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s85sllxvhWU/R1V6t0eNXYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/aAqhfNjovrs/s320/Edvard+Munch+-+1893+-+The-Scream.jpg" border="0" alt="Edvard Munch - Scream (1893)" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />momento. tormento.<br />lamento...<br />dor sagaz, nada fugaz<br />estendo a mão<br />quem me dá a mão?<br /><br />enfrento o carrasco<br />com a cabeça no laço<br />sorriso de criança<br />na ponta duma lança<br />quem me dá a mão?<br /><br />sonho desperto<br />pesadelo aberto<br />buraco negro sem fundo<br />quem me dá a mão?<br /><br />alma e esperança<br />não me deixam ser criança<br />solto um grito ao mundo:<br /><br />quem me dá a mão?<br /><br />tu, pois então...<br /><br /><br /><strong>duarte costa</strong><br /><em>12 de novembro de 2007</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5280282032943081449-4226135608747688478?l=soltaraovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Duarte Costahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05590965098798588340noreply@blogger.com1