tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352159482011-04-21T15:30:59.443-07:00tom arrudahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11842153570096405725noreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35215948.post-1163171372018400742006-11-10T07:08:00.000-08:002006-11-10T07:09:32.026-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"><strong>Tão gigante<br />Tão minúsculo<br /><br />No topo da montanha<br />Mais alto que outras montanhas<br />O dono de todas as montanhas<br /><br />Sei que não sou nada<br />Sei que então sou tudo</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35215948-116317137201840074?l=euofingidor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tom arrudahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11842153570096405725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35215948.post-1162417156772286242006-11-01T13:36:00.000-08:002006-11-01T13:39:16.776-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">O passatempo preferido<br />do menino<br />era brincar de colar<br />palavras<br />como um colar<br /> e<br /> l<br /> o<br /> s<br /> ei-l</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> as<br /> as palavras, como pérolas<br /><br /> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35215948-116241715677228624?l=euofingidor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tom arrudahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11842153570096405725noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35215948.post-1161657802986457672006-10-23T19:34:00.000-07:002006-10-23T19:43:23.000-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"><strong>lua nos olhos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"><strong>névoa na palavra</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"><strong>noite</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"><strong>sono espia</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"><strong>janela mira</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"><strong>cidades flutuantes</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"><strong>o ofegante criador bate com a cara no vidro</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"><strong>grita</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"><strong>arregala-se</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"><strong>poesia nasce </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"><strong>minguante</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"><strong>cheia de nova </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"><strong>crescente </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"><strong>poesia </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"><strong>lunática cíclica</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35215948-116165780298645767?l=euofingidor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tom arrudahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11842153570096405725noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35215948.post-1160157009018745062006-10-06T10:48:00.000-07:002006-10-06T10:50:09.026-07:00<span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><em><strong>Um Obi tem a força </strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><em><strong>de um boi todo.</strong></em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35215948-116015700901874506?l=euofingidor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tom arrudahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11842153570096405725noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35215948.post-1159991789040170442006-10-04T12:51:00.000-07:002006-10-04T12:59:20.663-07:00<span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330000;"><strong>ele regou as flores logo de manhã, bem cedinho, silêncio, sol tímido, só... havia brotado uma delicada amarela, riscas rosas, fios minúsculos como veias de bebê prematuro, olhava, olhava, bem de perto, bem de perto... até que se perdeu.</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35215948-115999178904017044?l=euofingidor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tom arrudahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11842153570096405725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35215948.post-1159843672431777732006-10-02T19:46:00.000-07:002006-10-02T19:47:52.440-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>solidariedade é palavra muito grande </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>pro dicionário de bolso dos homens </strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35215948-115984367243177773?l=euofingidor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tom arrudahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11842153570096405725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35215948.post-1159763064561982152006-10-01T21:14:00.000-07:002006-10-01T21:24:24.566-07:00um amor termina<br />como um raio<br />blackout do coração<br />na escuridão as batucadas tremem mundos<br />e o medo de ser só para sempre<br />sempre<br />sempre...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35215948-115976306456198215?l=euofingidor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tom arrudahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11842153570096405725noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35215948.post-1159671103723678472006-09-30T19:43:00.000-07:002006-09-30T19:51:43.736-07:00<span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Rumores</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>palavra seca</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>rumores </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>palavra bruta</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>rumores</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>palavra aguda</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>rumores </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>palavra letra</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>rumores </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>palavra seta</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>rumores</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>palavra torta</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>rumores</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>palavra curta</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>rumores </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>palavra aberta</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>rumores </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>palavra fenda</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>rumores</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>palavra esteta</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>rumores</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>palavra turva</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>rumores</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>palavra vistas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>rumores</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>palavra escutas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>rumores</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>palavra muda</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>rumores</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>palavra rumo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>rumores</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>palavra altista</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>rumores</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>palavra salta</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>rumores</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>palavra grita</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>rumores </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>palavra exala</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>rumores </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>palavra pica</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>rumores</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>palavra canta</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>rumores</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>palavra mescla</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>rumores</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>palavra inferno</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>rumores</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>palavra eleva</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>rumores</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>palavra reza</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>rumores </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>palavra cede</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>rumores</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>palavra cega</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>rumores</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>palavra tato</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>rumores</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>palavra gesto</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>rumores</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>palavra atos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>rumores</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>palavra tece</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>rumores</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>palavra esquece</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>rumores</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>literatura</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>tumores</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>palavra cura</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>tumores</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>palavra explode</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>pulmores</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>palavra abunda</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>tu morres</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>fica a palavra.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>ficam rumores na palavra</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>rumores</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>de Antonio Arruda</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35215948-115967110372367847?l=euofingidor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tom arrudahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11842153570096405725noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35215948.post-1159669237468040852006-09-30T19:18:00.000-07:002006-09-30T19:40:45.190-07:00<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"><em><strong>hei, hei, sai da fechadura!</strong></em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35215948-115966923746804085?l=euofingidor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tom arrudahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11842153570096405725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35215948.post-1159668356259899672006-09-30T19:03:00.000-07:002006-09-30T19:05:56.260-07:00<span style="color:#ff0000;">na verdade, o velho nem me notou.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35215948-115966835625989967?l=euofingidor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tom arrudahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11842153570096405725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35215948.post-1159668123131193702006-09-30T18:51:00.000-07:002006-09-30T19:02:03.136-07:00<span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"><strong>tentei começar uma crônica sobre um velho que vi sair do cinema hoje.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"><strong>não consigo.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"><strong>o que sei, é que me vi naquele velho.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"><strong>e ele olhou de volta nos meus olhos.</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35215948-115966812313119370?l=euofingidor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tom arrudahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11842153570096405725noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35215948.post-1159498373755055872006-09-28T19:17:00.000-07:002006-09-28T19:58:07.570-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong>Bloguei<br /><br />que sons sãos esses ecos digitais?<br /><br />polegares assustados com o ritmo do pensamento digitado<br /><br />diário<br /><br />a subversão da lapidação do pensamento-texto em execução assim cheio de chios de ãos<br /><br />questão de opiniãos<br /><br />a nudez desavergonhada corre risco risca à risca o momento quando explode não mais o ão mas o im<br /><br />rimo com brim sujo de lama branca<br /><br />um mimo de rima<br /><br />supimpa!<br /><br />textualma, textura da tecitura da pele poética do meu corpo agora enredeblogueado</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35215948-115949837375505587?l=euofingidor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tom arrudahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11842153570096405725noreply@blogger.com1