tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134395958243212722011-08-05T12:11:21.503-07:00Douglas Bonellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14236150416505336192noreply@blogger.comBlogger241100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713439595824321272.post-69910911573446523202010-09-16T04:19:00.000-07:002011-01-17T11:16:35.088-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g3jbmcvq2ik/TJH_QkUTZeI/AAAAAAAAAMo/5kR6gJ5o9eQ/s1600/IMG_2673.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g3jbmcvq2ik/TJH_QkUTZeI/AAAAAAAAAMo/5kR6gJ5o9eQ/s400/IMG_2673.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517471678597391842" /></a><br /><br />A cabeça do homem é universo e mistério.<br />Mundo paralelo, elo de alma e corpo, <br />Paralelo elo da tríade viva.<br />A cabeça do homem é universo e mistério.<br />Forasteiro pisa, emerge, perde-se.<br />A mente na metafísica navega, transgressão da matéria,<br />Projeção do que o corpo recebe<br />A alma no corpo a mente se perde<br />se perde A alma, a alma vaga, e o corpo percebe.<br />A cabeça do homem é universo e mistério<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713439595824321272-6991091157344652320?l=temperofevereiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Douglas Bonellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14236150416505336192noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713439595824321272.post-71890085259926601622010-08-02T16:06:00.000-07:002011-05-06T04:13:55.190-07:00Por traz da minha cabeça <br />bate um vento muito bom <br />uma Brisa muito fresa, <br />despenteia minha razão<br /><br />No tempo da utopia <br />o relógio segue a luz do som<br />na órbita de um planeta <br />em zig-zag e contra-mão<br /><br />no sol da minha cabeça <br />acontece explosão<br />cada cabeça um pensamento <br />cada amor um coração<br /><br />amor dorme em meu peito <br />e a razão paga pensão<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713439595824321272-7189008525992660162?l=temperofevereiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Douglas Bonellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14236150416505336192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713439595824321272.post-30442419992579809712010-03-11T12:00:00.000-08:002011-04-27T13:52:31.292-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g3jbmcvq2ik/S5lRbWJxjVI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/W9w04x2fj20/s1600-h/IMG_2215.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g3jbmcvq2ik/S5lRbWJxjVI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/W9w04x2fj20/s400/IMG_2215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447474754526219602" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" ><br /><br /> percepções fotográficas no flickr:</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /><br /><br />http://www.flickr.com/photos/dbonella/<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713439595824321272-3044241999257980971?l=temperofevereiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Douglas Bonellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14236150416505336192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713439595824321272.post-27103243579316700492009-09-19T04:42:00.000-07:002009-09-19T04:48:39.469-07:00<span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><em>É imprescindível<br />O imprevisível</em></strong><br /><strong></strong></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713439595824321272-2710324357931670049?l=temperofevereiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Douglas Bonellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14236150416505336192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713439595824321272.post-48765612050153679252009-09-12T06:37:00.000-07:002009-09-19T04:28:48.762-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g3jbmcvq2ik/SqulPFnrhmI/AAAAAAAAALk/c-dhhrkhimc/s1600-h/IMG_0487.JPG"></a><strong>Posso entender,<br />você... nem escuta.<br />Antes de provar<br />pesei e ponderei<br />cada grama de sua<br />indiferença intolerante.<br /><br />Um dia, quem sabe?<br />quando os anos que escorrem<br />se aglutinarem,<br />Silenciarei<br />quando estiver vazio,<br />Ou então,<br />no meu delírio perfeito,<br />alguém entenderá meu suspiro.</strong><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713439595824321272-4876561205015367925?l=temperofevereiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Douglas Bonellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14236150416505336192noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713439595824321272.post-32183151859088700692009-09-12T06:33:00.000-07:002009-09-12T06:37:03.355-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g3jbmcvq2ik/Squj8fTssSI/AAAAAAAAALc/OA0I0L6JThQ/s1600-h/IMG_0461.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380574439415787810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g3jbmcvq2ik/Squj8fTssSI/AAAAAAAAALc/OA0I0L6JThQ/s400/IMG_0461.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713439595824321272-3218315185908870069?l=temperofevereiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Douglas Bonellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14236150416505336192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713439595824321272.post-10693580249036788812009-09-12T06:32:00.000-07:002009-09-19T04:35:06.788-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g3jbmcvq2ik/SqujHEKI73I/AAAAAAAAALU/ufNUvxnb0zA/s1600-h/Cópia+de+IMG_0577.JPG"></a><br /><strong>teu olho preto a dizer algo inaudível e insolúvel.<br /><br />Já posso ouvir, diluir e beber-te,<br /><br />a distancia me condiciona a beber,<br />não na sede de tua ausência passada,<br />mas, em pequenas doses de sua presença pequena e perfeita.<br /><br />Assim, te tenho com a calma da plenitude.<br /><br />Com a ciência de que não te terei sempre,<br />te quero devagar para te ser inteiro,<br />pele, pensamentos, corpos e gemidos,<br />ter teu cheiro, teus olhos ditosos.... teu abrigo.<br /></strong><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713439595824321272-1069358024903678881?l=temperofevereiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Douglas Bonellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14236150416505336192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713439595824321272.post-51684288218233648012009-07-12T15:47:00.000-07:002009-07-12T17:08:48.685-07:00<object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e94d1a3d0301dfa8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De94d1a3d0301dfa8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331334648%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DD96991D3478085A94BCA897247241CEE617AE40.63B6CF0F7697B4353392EC73E15AB0F1F4369B71%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De94d1a3d0301dfa8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGViVf0TepsMAZ6oz4mZBWXTXnAQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De94d1a3d0301dfa8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331334648%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DD96991D3478085A94BCA897247241CEE617AE40.63B6CF0F7697B4353392EC73E15AB0F1F4369B71%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De94d1a3d0301dfa8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGViVf0TepsMAZ6oz4mZBWXTXnAQ&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713439595824321272-5168428821823364801?l=temperofevereiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Douglas Bonellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14236150416505336192noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713439595824321272.post-43149906182623178452009-06-27T18:55:00.000-07:002009-06-27T18:58:52.764-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g3jbmcvq2ik/SkbN9gQx4YI/AAAAAAAAAKs/XrrNUTNR6-g/s1600-h/IMG_1391.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352191663692439938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g3jbmcvq2ik/SkbN9gQx4YI/AAAAAAAAAKs/XrrNUTNR6-g/s320/IMG_1391.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713439595824321272-4314990618262317845?l=temperofevereiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Douglas Bonellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14236150416505336192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713439595824321272.post-35404470378323154102009-06-17T16:42:00.000-07:002009-06-17T16:50:35.372-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g3jbmcvq2ik/SjmBEHfncXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/S4s358SIRcQ/s1600-h/IMG_0490.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348447940210291058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g3jbmcvq2ik/SjmBEHfncXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/S4s358SIRcQ/s320/IMG_0490.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713439595824321272-3540447037832315410?l=temperofevereiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Douglas Bonellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14236150416505336192noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713439595824321272.post-27888025733741345982009-06-07T15:52:00.000-07:002009-06-07T15:56:59.928-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g3jbmcvq2ik/SixE6rgQ1_I/AAAAAAAAAKc/n7o7kq9QuqY/s1600-h/IMG_1291.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344722632683083762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g3jbmcvq2ik/SixE6rgQ1_I/AAAAAAAAAKc/n7o7kq9QuqY/s320/IMG_1291.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><strong><em></em></strong> </div><div><strong><em></em></strong> </div><div><strong><em></em></strong> </div><div><strong><em></em></strong> </div><div><strong><em></em></strong> </div><div><strong><em></em></strong> </div><div><strong><em></em></strong> </div><div><strong><em></em></strong> </div><div><strong><em></em></strong> </div><div><strong><em></em></strong> </div><div><strong><em></em></strong> </div><div><strong><em>foto: m</em></strong><strong><em>unicípio de Presidente Kenedy - ES</em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713439595824321272-2788802573374134598?l=temperofevereiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Douglas Bonellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14236150416505336192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713439595824321272.post-19272047227056614522009-05-05T05:08:00.000-07:002009-06-07T04:19:36.647-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g3jbmcvq2ik/SgAs03xhmqI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/nqgmmRD4xUo/s1600-h/IMG_0236.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332311245643160226" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g3jbmcvq2ik/SgAs03xhmqI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/nqgmmRD4xUo/s320/IMG_0236.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Quilombo do Retiro</span><br /></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713439595824321272-1927204722705661452?l=temperofevereiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Douglas Bonellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14236150416505336192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713439595824321272.post-22472679205687114832009-05-05T04:52:00.000-07:002009-05-23T03:59:41.432-07:00em palavras pedantes escrevo Clichês<br />sou incerto, instável,<br />mais perto<br />me faz previsível<br />constante.<br />não insisto em te assistir de longe.<br />como tocar de luva,<br />e amarrado dançar,<br />é se esquentar com gelo<br />depois de conhecer fogo<br /><br />é linda a flor,<br />no entanto<br />quando entôo<br />sua rosa<br />é cálida e bela<br /><br />percebo o corpo vibrar em consoante<br />mesmo q desacredite<br />mesmo que<br />cientificamente<br />contrário<br />ouço algo se entrelaçar.<br />Ainda na incerteza da existência de almas<br />ouço e sinto<br />o corpo esfriar n’ausência de minha<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713439595824321272-2247267920568711483?l=temperofevereiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Douglas Bonellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14236150416505336192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713439595824321272.post-48172144677032998592009-04-13T04:03:00.000-07:002009-06-07T04:19:16.001-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g3jbmcvq2ik/SeMdega35QI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ikRAGvpvTWo/s1600-h/Drica+090.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324131594417988866" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g3jbmcvq2ik/SeMdega35QI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ikRAGvpvTWo/s320/Drica+090.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g3jbmcvq2ik/SeMdex3iP9I/AAAAAAAAAJs/zQu6Ck38lqo/s1600-h/Drica+096.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324131599101607890" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g3jbmcvq2ik/SeMdex3iP9I/AAAAAAAAAJs/zQu6Ck38lqo/s320/Drica+096.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Morro Jesus de Nazareth</span><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713439595824321272-4817214467703299859?l=temperofevereiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Douglas Bonellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14236150416505336192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713439595824321272.post-85915178380743779232009-04-13T03:58:00.000-07:002009-05-05T13:37:23.497-07:00São signos sonoros símbolos silenciosos.<br />Como se fosse assim tão fácil<br />Me acomodo<br />Dispondo-me a escrever<br />Como se tudo que nasça<br />fosse poesia.<br />Pois bem, já que vou poeta<br />que viva agora a garimpar<br />nas coisas simples palavras<br />comestíveis.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713439595824321272-8591517838074377923?l=temperofevereiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Douglas Bonellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14236150416505336192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713439595824321272.post-315890657187394992009-04-13T03:48:00.000-07:002009-04-28T12:21:56.775-07:00<strong>Meu doce de fruta madura, </strong><br /><strong>flor de cachoeira. </strong><br /><strong>Acordei decidido a abocanhar </strong><br /><strong>beijar cada uma de suas pétalas de fruta-flor. </strong><br /><strong>Os grilos vão silenciar pra ouvir </strong><br /><strong>minha vontade batucar sua pele.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713439595824321272-31589065718739499?l=temperofevereiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Douglas Bonellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14236150416505336192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713439595824321272.post-75150372681641284852009-02-23T16:12:00.000-08:002009-06-07T11:32:11.965-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g3jbmcvq2ik/SaM9zj8pIYI/AAAAAAAAAJc/DtSTYr_feUg/s1600-h/IMG_0408.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306152742004793730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g3jbmcvq2ik/SaM9zj8pIYI/AAAAAAAAAJc/DtSTYr_feUg/s400/IMG_0408.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Perfuram cidades, culturas.<br />O universo descontínuo das estradas<br />me desperta, atrai e atenta meus sentidos </div><div><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">Foto: Piauí</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713439595824321272-7515037268164128485?l=temperofevereiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Douglas Bonellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14236150416505336192noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713439595824321272.post-25851127938044969282009-02-16T11:54:00.000-08:002009-06-07T04:23:09.430-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g3jbmcvq2ik/SZnGuk0LyDI/AAAAAAAAAJU/bc54G3DXrbw/s1600-h/IMG_0737.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303488539664304178" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g3jbmcvq2ik/SZnGuk0LyDI/AAAAAAAAAJU/bc54G3DXrbw/s400/IMG_0737.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong>A dança destrutiva espalha a semente gênese</strong></div><br /><div><strong>germina em destroços a planta construtora</strong></div><br /><div><strong>faz surgir a muda </strong></div><br /><div><strong>e a mudança bruta sofeja o sereno mantra da construção<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Foto: Ponte da Passagem</span><br /></strong> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713439595824321272-2585112793804496928?l=temperofevereiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Douglas Bonellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14236150416505336192noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713439595824321272.post-41531185235558847782009-02-07T08:43:00.000-08:002009-06-07T11:33:28.062-07:00<div align="center"><strong>Um amor </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>calmo </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Presencial </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>C’alma </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Impermanente </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>peculiar </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Meu</strong></div><div align="center"></div><p><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g3jbmcvq2ik/SY28kryfanI/AAAAAAAAAJE/pgD58GssAK4/s1600-h/IMG_0528.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300099674900753010" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g3jbmcvq2ik/SY28kryfanI/AAAAAAAAAJE/pgD58GssAK4/s400/IMG_0528.JPG" border="0" /></a> </p><p><strong><em>Belém do Pará<br /></em></strong><br /><br /></p><div align="left"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g3jbmcvq2ik/SY26t4igYHI/AAAAAAAAAI8/0nK2o92nrFs/s1600-h/IMG_0528.JPG"></a></div><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713439595824321272-4153118523555884778?l=temperofevereiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Douglas Bonellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14236150416505336192noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713439595824321272.post-28903031260261268222009-02-07T08:38:00.000-08:002009-02-07T08:40:57.943-08:00<strong>Brotou num mundo estéreo uma flor,<br />ébrio deste vinho vulvo<br />retoco também minh’alma<br />pinto de rubro um carnaval de alegria<br /><br />Quem transformou aquele ar em música?<br /><br />Esta cama nunca foi tão pequena<br />nem tão vazia.<br />Senti falta de estacionar a meu lado<br />automóvel de meus pensamentos<br /><br />Posso voar junto às migalhas<br />de teu pensar quando é meu<br />Quando torna-me leve, anjo...<br />torna-me mundo, uno...<br />torna-me Deus</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713439595824321272-2890303126026126822?l=temperofevereiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Douglas Bonellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14236150416505336192noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713439595824321272.post-1933078417388421662009-02-07T08:27:00.000-08:002009-02-07T08:38:28.600-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g3jbmcvq2ik/SY230hSdK7I/AAAAAAAAAI0/MEf3xLQc8y0/s1600-h/IMG_0965.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300094449401801650" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g3jbmcvq2ik/SY230hSdK7I/AAAAAAAAAI0/MEf3xLQc8y0/s200/IMG_0965.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />O sumo da felicidade somente será doce, verdadeiro e sempre, quando todos tiverem a árvore em casa.<br /><br />O mais alto estágio da loucura,<br />a sensação de liberdade,<br />destilado da inocência,<br /><br />mergulhar em pensamentos nu.<br />andar descalço na filosofia<br />furar o pé<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713439595824321272-193307841738842166?l=temperofevereiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Douglas Bonellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14236150416505336192noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713439595824321272.post-86024712652530169782009-01-17T11:23:00.000-08:002009-06-07T11:36:31.511-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g3jbmcvq2ik/SXI04Y9WdzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/EDTyoxw_tZU/s1600-h/IMG_0268.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292350655490848562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g3jbmcvq2ik/SXI04Y9WdzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/EDTyoxw_tZU/s320/IMG_0268.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g3jbmcvq2ik/SXIxG5TLX1I/AAAAAAAAAIc/FhxQmk8S1L8/s1600-h/IMG_0268.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div><strong>Queria ter nascido mar<br />Espelho de lua,<br />Ser fluido,<br />Maleável.<br />Água,<br />de sal já temperado.<br />Ironia.<br />Pedra<br />De alma dúbia<br />Um tosco granito<br />Legado,<br />Nem sei se sou torto<br />se sou quadrado....<br />Queria ter nascido mar<br />Dançar ... dançar. </strong></div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong><em>foto: Morro Jesus de Nazareth</em></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713439595824321272-8602471265253016978?l=temperofevereiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Douglas Bonellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14236150416505336192noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713439595824321272.post-55055731674148401112009-01-17T09:58:00.001-08:002009-06-07T11:34:51.461-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g3jbmcvq2ik/SXIdleNWuwI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Cx3UKaIhQTs/s1600-h/IMG_0168.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292325041715198722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g3jbmcvq2ik/SXIdleNWuwI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Cx3UKaIhQTs/s320/IMG_0168.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Prefiro mais minha terra grão de areia.<br />O sideral é infinito, no entanto, oco não se pode propagar cantos.<br />Canto é encontro de vontades alheias:<br />Gargantas e ar, paredes e telhas.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><strong><em></em></strong> </div><div><strong><em>foto:Caparaó</em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713439595824321272-5505573167414840111?l=temperofevereiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Douglas Bonellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14236150416505336192noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713439595824321272.post-44366356100942775842009-01-17T09:47:00.000-08:002009-01-17T12:44:05.975-08:00<strong>dizer coisas<br />Te calar sem letras e símbolos<br />te sentir luz, tocar o som,<br />Perceber na boca o gosto tato<br />dos acordes luminosos de corpo seu<br />tocar suor em minha saudade,<br />temperar minha saúde,<br />melar desejo em teu sorriso,<br />digitar você.<br />Saudade</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713439595824321272-4436635610094277584?l=temperofevereiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Douglas Bonellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14236150416505336192noreply@blogger.com1