tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15177881833611617502024-03-13T13:24:22.347-03:00BorboleteandoBorboletas fazendo toques de lirismos. Elas saem por aí andarilhas feito os poetas ... beijando flores, beijando a arte. Deixo aqui flores e poemas.Norma Novaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10863107012350674826noreply@blogger.comBlogger643125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517788183361161750.post-12329761672058037592017-01-16T19:34:00.003-03:002017-01-16T19:34:41.144-03:00NO OMBRO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Encosto-me no teu ombro.<br />
Dispersando o meu cansaço.<br />
Sem palavra alguma.<br />
Seus dedos embrenham-se nos meus cabelos.<br />
O peito abriga um consolo.<br />
Minha sacristia. <br />
<br />Norma Novaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10863107012350674826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517788183361161750.post-22769066088700128992016-11-13T14:44:00.002-03:002016-11-13T14:44:12.994-03:00FORÇA DE DENTRO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A grandeza de dentro<br />
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Um perfume revelador<br />
Uma janela<br />
Uma abertura para o novoNorma Novaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10863107012350674826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517788183361161750.post-33257474605726590432016-07-03T17:17:00.000-03:002016-07-03T17:17:04.049-03:00QUIETUDE <br />
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Quietude e silêncio.<br />
Chamados da alma.<br />
Ventilando os desejos.<br />
Os sentimentos presos.<br />
Em movimento a terna cortina de renda.<br />
A vida penetra com o vigor dos raios solares.<br />
Em seguida, os ventos, os cheiros, os cânticos dos pássaros ...<br />
Uma árvore, um coqueiro, um pé de arruda.<br />
O encanto da paisagem ao longe.<br />
Pés na grama como que pisando em orvalho.<br />
Abrem-se os olhos de criança. <br />
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Na grama eu me soltei.<br />
Nada a pensar.<br />
Em puro silêncio.<br />
Respirando o cheiro do verde capim.<br />
Ouvindo pancadas de vida.<br />
Seguindo nuvens.<br />
Nos pés um jardim.<br />
<br />Norma Novaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10863107012350674826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517788183361161750.post-34956241122224101102016-05-27T23:48:00.000-03:002016-05-27T23:48:02.404-03:00MAJESTOSO GALHO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Nas aparências do ser.<br />
O amor posto em evidência.<br />
No mais majestoso galho.<br />
Desprezo pelo tempo.<br />
E pelo outro.<br />
Tudo azul.<br />
Nada ficará azul. Norma Novaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10863107012350674826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517788183361161750.post-226546252255369432016-05-27T23:27:00.000-03:002016-05-27T23:27:01.022-03:00PARTINDO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Tempos de partir.<br />
Que siga.<br />
Desalojar-se mesmo com dor.<br />
Rumos dispersos.<br />
Caminhos diversos. <br />
Voa soltando a poeira.<br />
E a doçura de tudo.Norma Novaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10863107012350674826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517788183361161750.post-17594478571928537522016-05-26T03:52:00.002-03:002016-05-27T00:06:44.929-03:00MERGULHOS NA ALMA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Lembranças mergulhadas na alma.<br />
Tingindo sentimentos.<br />
Atravessando fronteiras.<br />
No passar do apressado tempo.<br />
Colhendo saudades na beleza primaveril.Norma Novaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10863107012350674826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517788183361161750.post-546443608112549062016-05-26T03:29:00.000-03:002016-05-26T03:29:23.904-03:00QUIETO OLHAR<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Manta de luz.<br />
Fios desarrumados em polos distantes.<br />
Enlutada penumbra.<br />
O piano desmaiando discretas notas musicais.<br />
Num canto flores desidratadas.<br />
Nem dança, nem riso, nem choro, nem palavras.<br />
Quieto olhar sem espera e sem lamentos.<br />
Em um tempo sem verbo.<br />
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Águas deslizando no corpo nú.<br />
Toques sutis.<br />
Um adeus.<br />
Um gesto casual.<br />
Músculos que vibram.<br />
Cabelos ao vento.<br />
Calor de encontro.<br />
Mãos que abraçam.<br />
Que se entrelaçam.<br />
Horizontes de afetos.<br />
Em carne viva.Norma Novaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10863107012350674826noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517788183361161750.post-33635937556547648232016-02-20T23:50:00.001-03:002016-02-21T00:05:32.190-03:00ERVA DANINHA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A erva daninha aprisiona a beleza da flor.<br />
O miolo da alma.<br />
As pancadas do coração.<br />
Deixa seguir convencida de não ser cativa.<br />
Invade as pétalas.<br />
Rouba o perfume.<br />
Desarruma os filetes.<br />
Embassa a livre beleza de ser.<br />
E o ser não é.Norma Novaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10863107012350674826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517788183361161750.post-41836912812533847162016-02-20T23:27:00.001-03:002016-02-20T23:27:33.775-03:00LÁGRIMAS <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Lágrimas na face.<br />
Deslizando sentimentos.<br />
Débil, diz a voz do mundo.<br />
O céu chora.<br />
A cachoeira despenca em respingos.<br />
A seiva escorrega no caule.<br />
O mel se despede do favo. <br />
O soro pinga na veia.<br />
Sangria de emoções.<br />
Poço humano.Norma Novaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10863107012350674826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517788183361161750.post-45291970953680092332016-01-25T20:49:00.002-03:002016-01-25T20:49:47.623-03:00RECOMEÇO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Neguei-me receber um pacote de solidão.<br />
Com o peso não podia meus músculos.<br />
Perdi a chave do baú rio abaixo.<br />
Preciptei meu olhar em montanhas e lagos.<br />
Apressei a marcha dos passos guerreiros.<br />
Finquei a minha lança no chão.<br />
É aqui que demarco um novo começar. <br />
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Nem sei onde o coração se perdeu.<br />
Despencou.<br />
Ausentou-se de você.<br />
Gotas de luz se espalham.<br />
No chão nu.<br />
Sem suspiros.<br />
Só.<br />
<br />Norma Novaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10863107012350674826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517788183361161750.post-73079862913482623922016-01-25T09:18:00.000-03:002016-01-25T09:18:10.173-03:00LÍRICO PLANTÃO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A alma vagueia.<br />
Conversando com a quieta madrugada.<br />
Repousa o barulho urbano.<br />
O céu quase se abrindo ao clarão do amanhecer.<br />
A urbe molhada pela chuva.<br />
Na mais combinada pausa.<br />
Corpos anestesiados.<br />
Nem ônibus, nem trens, nem transeuntes, nem carros.<br />
Silêncio consensado.<br />
A minha alma se refresca no calar de todos.<br />
No lírico plantão.<br />
De um silêncio desejado. Norma Novaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10863107012350674826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517788183361161750.post-32515915451733625432016-01-25T09:01:00.002-03:002016-01-25T09:01:54.580-03:00SOLTURAS DOS VENTOS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Lembranças não contidas.<br />
De um amor ao avesso.<br />
Vitrine de sentimentos.<br />
Sequestrados pelo tempo.<br />
Sem poeira.<br />
Sem lamentos.<br />
Na soltura dos ventos.<br />
Dos pensamentos.<br />
Que vêm e que se vão.Norma Novaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10863107012350674826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517788183361161750.post-56898458305367522452016-01-25T08:52:00.000-03:002016-01-25T08:52:02.547-03:00DESEJO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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No meu peito eu não meço.<br />
A infinitude do meu amor.<br />
Suspiro em teu ombro.<br />
Aproximo-me do teu beijo.<br />
E te sinto de tal modo.<br />
Que transbordo em desejo.<br />
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Imagem - MiscelâneaNorma Novaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10863107012350674826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517788183361161750.post-65686833241969872002016-01-10T04:14:00.001-03:002016-01-10T04:14:04.003-03:00TOQUE SUTIL<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A vida toca a tua pele<br />
como se fosse eu.<br />
O instante fica multicor.<br />
Viajo nas tuas asas deslocantes.<br />
Arsenal sedutor.<br />
Toque sutil.<br />
Espelho d'água.<br />
Beijo de amor.<br />
E ligeiro eu vou.<br />
Ao encontro de outros mundos.<br />
Vagueando nos campos.<br />
Nos suores matinais.<br />
No mundo dos mortais.<br />
Te tocar eu vou.<br />
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<br />Norma Novaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10863107012350674826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517788183361161750.post-87165620491002469782015-12-30T01:56:00.001-03:002015-12-30T01:57:25.047-03:00ALMAS SEDUZIDAS <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Almas seduzidas.<br />
Mãos que se entrelaçam.<br />
Corpos nus.<br />
Braços que sustentam.<br />
Entrega estonteante.<br />
Dois em um.<br />
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Foto- MiscelâneaNorma Novaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10863107012350674826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517788183361161750.post-41357301255183917382015-12-30T01:26:00.000-03:002015-12-30T01:26:11.069-03:00SONHOS EM MOVIMENTO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Não rasgo meus sonhos.<br />
Eu os medito.<br />
Escrevo.<br />
Posso rir de algum dele.<br />
Visualizo-os com força fazedora.<br />
Há limites e possibilidades.<br />
Há o eu, o outro...<br />
Há uma realidade que posso desconstruir.<br />
Há adiamentos e antecipações.<br />
Há um eu em movimento.<br />
Há uma pausa para um chá.<br />
Há uma força para além de mim. Norma Novaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10863107012350674826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517788183361161750.post-33378866761611185952015-12-29T03:13:00.002-03:002015-12-29T03:13:26.350-03:00SUBLIMIDADE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A pele molhada.<br />
Terna luz.<br />
Traços exóticos da natureza.<br />
Em festejos.<br />
Como se não fosse.<br />
Morrer amanhã. Norma Novaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10863107012350674826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517788183361161750.post-4505270914647721752015-12-29T02:54:00.000-03:002015-12-29T02:54:16.163-03:00SENTE-ME<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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O véu sedutor ficou à mostra.<br />
Os olhos se pintaram de amarelo.<br />
Os lábios roubaram a cor das pétalas.<br />
Entra no meu palco.<br />
De espetáculo a dois.<br />
Sente o perfume espalhado no universo meu.<br />
Diz-me se sou real.<br />
Envolve-me nos braços seus.<br />
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Uma indagação.<br />
O que é o amor, afinal?<br />
Uma boca vermelha.<br />
Um brinde de alegria.<br />
Um doce encontro.<br />
Luzes no peito.<br />
Roupa estampada.<br />
Um brilho sedutor.<br />
Duas mãos dadas.<br />
Solidão.<br />
Eu e você.<br />
Você e alguém.<br />
Uma presença.<br />
Que de tão tocante, nos envolve. Norma Novaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10863107012350674826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517788183361161750.post-46646160924298182742015-12-29T02:19:00.001-03:002015-12-29T02:19:45.999-03:00APAGÃO <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Flores secas.<br />
Penumbra de saudade.<br />
Um espaço a preencher.<br />
Minúsculas velas quebram a escuridão.<br />
A fazer sombras.<br />
A não querer a intimidade da sua presença.<br />
Que cala.<br />
Que fere.<br />
Que morre. <br />
No simples apagar das velas.Norma Novaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10863107012350674826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517788183361161750.post-13178874334475577092015-12-27T16:35:00.002-03:002015-12-27T16:37:23.662-03:00TAPETE DE OUTONO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Tapete de outono.<br />
A adubar o chão.<br />
Folhas que caem e que retornarão.<br />
Tocando as robustas raízes.<br />
Sentindo o seu começo.<br />
O girar da nutrição.<br />
<br />Norma Novaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10863107012350674826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517788183361161750.post-36442099807488635562015-12-27T16:19:00.001-03:002015-12-27T16:19:27.150-03:00EFÊMERO AMOR<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Efêmero amor.<br />
Pendurando as emoções.<br />
Grudado em máscaras.<br />
Que de tão intenso se esvaziou.<br />
Amor apressado, latejante.<br />
Carnal, vadio, vilipendioso.<br />
Nem paixão soube ser. Norma Novaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10863107012350674826noreply@blogger.com0