tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81446302349084000372024-03-13T01:49:20.312-03:00Espirais ImagéticasO microcosmo no macrocosmoMarli Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16773315804794023719noreply@blogger.comBlogger236125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144630234908400037.post-62052571168101490552023-05-31T14:20:00.001-03:002023-05-31T14:20:10.227-03:00Presença <p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8ZIMsTzWhk2DmHIXxsqLzaryXrgkwa3CNBsDG80mDIh0ymykk4zVTJ0J_dATKA8tA9YtVC_ruPCBYeJZzxGGOJydx6iAGfZ3-L3O1brS-eJyVrH0hVzH8BiIhnGenFFB3UIXva0cW34hn6Ko6u4wsnQucTzDi26ptWpeXzzKEJB7iK_4mCcVRkZk/s4032/IMG_2964.HEIC" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8ZIMsTzWhk2DmHIXxsqLzaryXrgkwa3CNBsDG80mDIh0ymykk4zVTJ0J_dATKA8tA9YtVC_ruPCBYeJZzxGGOJydx6iAGfZ3-L3O1brS-eJyVrH0hVzH8BiIhnGenFFB3UIXva0cW34hn6Ko6u4wsnQucTzDi26ptWpeXzzKEJB7iK_4mCcVRkZk/s320/IMG_2964.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div> Fotografia: Marli Reis <div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Presença </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Transparece na alma leve </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">a suavidade das águas </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">dos rios,</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">a sensatez dos ninhos</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">dos pássaros,</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">a ternura da brisa </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">em dia claro </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">de sol.</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Do outro lado,</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">o corpo atento, </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">sentado, aguardando o trem</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">na estação sem cores definidas.</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Em volta, o vento</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">carregando folhas secas, </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">girando.</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Bastou a leveza se mostrar</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">para que a chuva caísse </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">e os botões de flores </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">se abrissem </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">e o milho verde pipocasse </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">na panela de barro,</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">virando doce a presença.</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Traz a chuva novamente!</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Deixa o braço por perto!</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Fala das estradas </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">por onde o tempo descansou!</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Ensina a ouvir as cigarras</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">ao entardecer.</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 22px; text-align: start;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span><br /></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 22px; text-align: start;"><br /></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 22px; text-align: start;"><br /></p></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p></div>Marli Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16773315804794023719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144630234908400037.post-6000943401040613012023-05-22T14:56:00.001-03:002023-05-22T15:05:31.349-03:00Caminhos <p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNmqOe3NkVawRQNzqJgzljqppFr45QU5cOIxeyxTbiJv27j2EFw6_2qL9kSz9RuylXWK51G2W0BWDnhxwa49ro94AY1BwV9wFfr2cpzu3_cZx96hPfXp5DH07LDAcrOvTK8NI0YiUyV8mNxsKA3r-jXNxT4eXj3MRRdLOvUU0ItvARcomqT3pegIs/s4032/617BA3B3-FB7A-4AEA-A251-D4E489C39647.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNmqOe3NkVawRQNzqJgzljqppFr45QU5cOIxeyxTbiJv27j2EFw6_2qL9kSz9RuylXWK51G2W0BWDnhxwa49ro94AY1BwV9wFfr2cpzu3_cZx96hPfXp5DH07LDAcrOvTK8NI0YiUyV8mNxsKA3r-jXNxT4eXj3MRRdLOvUU0ItvARcomqT3pegIs/s320/617BA3B3-FB7A-4AEA-A251-D4E489C39647.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div> Fotografia: Marli Reis <p style="text-align: center;">*</p><p style="text-align: center;">Caminhos </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Meus caminhos pulsam </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">procurando cidreira para colher </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">antes do anoitecer</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">a fim de cobrir com sua essência </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">os lençóis de algodão.</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">E ficar debruçada na janela </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">contando as estrelas </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">refletidas nas gotas do orvalho</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">é preparo para o encontro </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">com a luz do sol </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">de brilho intenso.</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Meus caminhos pulsam </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">com o canto das andorinhas </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">ao entardecer</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">festejando a chegada </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">do calor das mãos </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">de quem ensinou </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">a calar e agradecer.</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Meus caminhos pulsam </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">em tranquila descoberta </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">de que a espera </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">de outro caminho </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">cessou.</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 22px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span><br /></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 22px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span> *</p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 22px;"><br /></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 22px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span><br /></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 22px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span><br /></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 22px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span><br /></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 22px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span><br /></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 22px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span><br /></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 22px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span><br /></p>Marli Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16773315804794023719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144630234908400037.post-55687307407523796442023-04-25T12:23:00.003-03:002023-04-25T12:49:37.579-03:00A porta <p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaCW5PoP5elN6ax-ZGNSP8UjaZYw-AFrXlVO3tdG-NZ_wt142RL2GE4XnM3nXilqERq0Q_i0HRjGbuMtNGmu0UO8LC0J1Hlp9kSw_nbvZ0fBc8Vj2FGtRGDAg0uSlMwXantFmq-oJYWMZ0ShJfjt4QxLqOJVObbEhLPFefTYsVJUBninLbHJ_N_RM/s4032/IMG_3167.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaCW5PoP5elN6ax-ZGNSP8UjaZYw-AFrXlVO3tdG-NZ_wt142RL2GE4XnM3nXilqERq0Q_i0HRjGbuMtNGmu0UO8LC0J1Hlp9kSw_nbvZ0fBc8Vj2FGtRGDAg0uSlMwXantFmq-oJYWMZ0ShJfjt4QxLqOJVObbEhLPFefTYsVJUBninLbHJ_N_RM/s320/IMG_3167.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"> Florianópolis, fotografia: Marli Reis.</span><div><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">*</span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">A porta </span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 14px;">No alto, o azul claro do céu, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14px;">ao lado, as folhas </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14px;">suavemente aquietadas.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14px;">Uma brisa leve </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14px;">de gosto de noite se aproxima…</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14px;">A varanda em permanente calma </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14px;">aguarda o momento da chegada…</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14px;">Toda beleza do espaço </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14px;">para se contemplar, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14px;">toda a magnitude do corpo </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14px;">para movimentar a sala </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14px;">da alma, límpida, brilhante. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14px;">Alegria como prenúncio </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14px;">de um abraço, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14px;">desses que ficam </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14px;">mesmo quando o passado </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14px;">já está longe. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14px;">O olhar imóvel diante </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14px;">da lembrança da beleza </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14px;">vinda do amanhecer </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14px;">entrando pela janela.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14px;">Por dentro do ser,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14px;">uma orquestra estava pronta.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14px;">O corpo, diante da imensidão </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14px;">do universo, cala-se, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14px;">e diante do mar </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14px;">com as ondas que vão e vem </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14px;">balançando a vida, perde-se.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14px;">Quando era inverno na alma, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14px;">o encontro trouxe o calor do sol</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14px;">e a certeza de que a porta</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14px;">permaneceu aberta.</span><br /><br /><!--/data/user/0/com.samsung.android.app.notes/files/clipdata/clipdata_bodytext_230425_121708_671.sdocx--></p><p style="text-align: center;">*</p></div></div>Marli Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16773315804794023719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144630234908400037.post-47861366955851682772022-06-04T01:12:00.001-03:002022-06-04T01:17:23.796-03:00Cintilante (2012)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfYjaB_vSqd9IcX7QNZbqplm0ti6xX4ixVRN14lkozqjQtf5j9rB54QlTkee1nIE9diehK4W2Cdfd4pjGUBXOu-dG5bdsI6Y9hdSaKktIMVqcvYXfXBE2vWaclMK_Zku-jAs5f2gTjghoJnNYeYxUfQhhyTiTSTxXGgu61Cp6oA_nmUebRpqmjCy4/s1701/IMG_2961.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1701" data-original-width="1098" height="401" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfYjaB_vSqd9IcX7QNZbqplm0ti6xX4ixVRN14lkozqjQtf5j9rB54QlTkee1nIE9diehK4W2Cdfd4pjGUBXOu-dG5bdsI6Y9hdSaKktIMVqcvYXfXBE2vWaclMK_Zku-jAs5f2gTjghoJnNYeYxUfQhhyTiTSTxXGgu61Cp6oA_nmUebRpqmjCy4/w354-h401/IMG_2961.PNG" width="354" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Marli Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16773315804794023719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144630234908400037.post-19035055054833381522022-05-31T11:30:00.001-03:002022-05-31T11:32:42.449-03:00Êxtase<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWtSCLYuCEDrHZ6G_5TlsG_oY0WMW4dpauOE11R6eaZ3l0Ji_DmA1jb1EmrUlMmMYsDxtTK6B0kKPbqgIsetHxDwjEBhJOuv_VnkREGHPUGXz3WQHJc2EnrOuhZGcBBu4YlSQqiOONrUllQbWMTvpfog--VF1VxdA-p7NvlZudMCajfFCJb-UBTtY/s4032/IMG_2878.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWtSCLYuCEDrHZ6G_5TlsG_oY0WMW4dpauOE11R6eaZ3l0Ji_DmA1jb1EmrUlMmMYsDxtTK6B0kKPbqgIsetHxDwjEBhJOuv_VnkREGHPUGXz3WQHJc2EnrOuhZGcBBu4YlSQqiOONrUllQbWMTvpfog--VF1VxdA-p7NvlZudMCajfFCJb-UBTtY/s320/IMG_2878.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">Noite chuvosa. <span style="text-align: left;">Fotografia: Marli Reis</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">Êxtase</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Verde ou azul,</p><p style="text-align: center;">azul ou quase verde,</p><p style="text-align: center;">uma linha horizontal</p><p style="text-align: center;"> em divisão,</p><p style="text-align: center;">que une e distingue,</p><p style="text-align: center;">balanço suave de espumas</p><p style="text-align: center;">em ondas</p><p style="text-align: center;">brancas.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Sentidos a postos,</p><p style="text-align: center;">olhos no horizonte</p><p style="text-align: center;">parados na linha</p><p style="text-align: center;">que divide</p><p style="text-align: center;">e une.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Ouvidos em prontidão</p><p style="text-align: center;">para o que vem</p><p style="text-align: center;">de fora.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Corpo em pé,</p><p style="text-align: center;">em êxtase,</p><p style="text-align: center;">enquanto o tempo</p><p style="text-align: center;">se movimenta</p><p style="text-align: center;">por duzentos anos</p><p style="text-align: center;">em um segundo.</p><p style="text-align: center;">*</p><p style="text-align: center;"> 31 de julho de 2006</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>Marli Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16773315804794023719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144630234908400037.post-9877865798258814172022-03-20T23:44:00.001-03:002022-03-20T23:44:23.352-03:00Sinfonia<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiuZwoYh4mr-3wXhLIkZhBzOdzzokGEZyG65lybvEdVfFk0q2B36wucxa06KW1HSZGfAVVURZxs_FJFJz1RvhjIodORWLPUq-QodFq__nkNk7xMysMBm_tROy8TOPDQJFH-CJr2PiXy6jbkvrdRnkewrR3DHku4ECOowPwPwmdXw12U6IFS9okfiZU=s2436" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2436" data-original-width="1125" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiuZwoYh4mr-3wXhLIkZhBzOdzzokGEZyG65lybvEdVfFk0q2B36wucxa06KW1HSZGfAVVURZxs_FJFJz1RvhjIodORWLPUq-QodFq__nkNk7xMysMBm_tROy8TOPDQJFH-CJr2PiXy6jbkvrdRnkewrR3DHku4ECOowPwPwmdXw12U6IFS9okfiZU=s320" width="148" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">Desenho com giz pastel seco</p><p style="text-align: center;">Por Marli Reis</p><p style="text-align: center;">*</p><p style="text-align: center;">Sinfonia</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Sim, as pétalas se juntam às folhas</p><p style="text-align: center;">verdes de beleza rara.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Sim, a música toca nos galhos</p><p style="text-align: center;">balançando e se tocando de leve</p><p style="text-align: center;">entre si.</p><p style="text-align: center;">As borboletas pousam</p><p style="text-align: center;">no cenário de encantos.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Queria encontrar a cantiga</p><p style="text-align: center;">dos grilos em minha janela</p><p style="text-align: center;">do quarto, lá sinto o cheiro</p><p style="text-align: center;">da chuva, que cessou.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Que doçura! Que vida de leveza!</p><p style="text-align: center;">Quanta sinfonia! Quanta multiplicação</p><p style="text-align: center;">de pães para o espírito</p><p style="text-align: center;">que canta, </p><p style="text-align: center;">dança, </p><p style="text-align: center;">ri!</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">*</p>Marli Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16773315804794023719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144630234908400037.post-13123574077238043282022-03-15T21:47:00.000-03:002022-03-15T21:47:47.272-03:00Festa<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg_aitTzH0L9GqTKFQe54Z3h_3sTv2KFRaNUIX3mHzEyrCT9iOm96EFFGE6BS7luBis2LDNQRxglSMIK4MaYXmUysatngr816BtjxIVqaouvEIVvjINMcw6508oR1pXuf-rMJNn7ret9o1beMs8-k2knoPkgFWFM-gn0qDNZGlrqc-J3cAKZuWe8TQ=s3840" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3840" data-original-width="2160" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg_aitTzH0L9GqTKFQe54Z3h_3sTv2KFRaNUIX3mHzEyrCT9iOm96EFFGE6BS7luBis2LDNQRxglSMIK4MaYXmUysatngr816BtjxIVqaouvEIVvjINMcw6508oR1pXuf-rMJNn7ret9o1beMs8-k2knoPkgFWFM-gn0qDNZGlrqc-J3cAKZuWe8TQ=s320" width="180" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">Boldo</p><p style="text-align: center;">Fotografia: Marli Reis</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">*</p><p style="text-align: center;">Festa</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Tinha gosto de saudade</p><p style="text-align: center;">esse doce no café.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Devagar que a panela </p><p style="text-align: center;">é de barro!</p><p style="text-align: center;">Apague o fogo!</p><p style="text-align: center;">Cuidado para não se queimar!</p><p style="text-align: center;">Cheiro bom de arroz com andu! </p><p style="text-align: center;">Corre menino, sai da chuva!</p><p style="text-align: center;">Eita, não sabe assoprar?</p><p style="text-align: center;">Força no pulmão</p><p style="text-align: center;">que é para essa brasa não apagar!</p><p style="text-align: center;">Colhe o arroz no pé,</p><p style="text-align: center;">junta o feijão</p><p style="text-align: center;">que a panela está fervendo!</p><p style="text-align: center;">É só isso mesmo.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">*</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>Marli Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16773315804794023719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144630234908400037.post-53046260828951232152022-03-15T21:18:00.003-03:002022-03-15T22:20:49.978-03:00Sinais<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg7ATwQFucFAANYjLAVugbfo_fk4joo2DLqyCY33AgzIZGDYXuGEON1va-yyDm47iTBoBBxiqj0qWQ6hm46kVTgeiHGnkT35ol1yWymMwLG_tcHqPdJCBIAXl7tcGlVsJaiIBIqea2uTsG1iVWYHJauPwdtooI1fuE9Ypywsj0X9MLlWU_qeWdTivo=s4032" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg7ATwQFucFAANYjLAVugbfo_fk4joo2DLqyCY33AgzIZGDYXuGEON1va-yyDm47iTBoBBxiqj0qWQ6hm46kVTgeiHGnkT35ol1yWymMwLG_tcHqPdJCBIAXl7tcGlVsJaiIBIqea2uTsG1iVWYHJauPwdtooI1fuE9Ypywsj0X9MLlWU_qeWdTivo=s320" width="240" /></a></div> Em Fortaleza/CE<p></p><p style="text-align: center;">Fotografia: Marli Reis</p><p style="text-align: center;">*</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Sinais</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Entender os sinais</p><p style="text-align: center;">depois que observar</p><p style="text-align: center;">era como pousar o olhar</p><p style="text-align: center;">por anos em contemplação</p><p style="text-align: center;">na solitude dos estados de chuva,</p><p style="text-align: center;">na amplitude de asfalto</p><p style="text-align: center;">visto de bem longe</p><p style="text-align: center;">onde só o silêncio importa.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Caminhos tantos!</p><p style="text-align: center;">Contando cada entardecer</p><p style="text-align: center;">como um degrau de esperança,</p><p style="text-align: center;">e era lindo!</p><p style="text-align: center;">Ficou tudo encantado.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Cada respiração de embriaguez </p><p style="text-align: center;">de ar gelado</p><p style="text-align: center;">conta.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Nas folhas, o vento.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Nas flores, abelhas em voo.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Chegou o tempo de colher</p><p style="text-align: center;">a saudade de caminhos</p><p style="text-align: center;">não percorridos.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Aprender faz da castanha</p><p style="text-align: center;">o que existe no caju.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Além disso,</p><p style="text-align: center;">descer do altar da razão,</p><p style="text-align: center;">misturar os sentidos</p><p style="text-align: center;">no avesso da bondade</p><p style="text-align: center;">e descobrir o esplendor</p><p style="text-align: center;">do amor</p><p style="text-align: center;">é saber das andorinhas</p><p style="text-align: center;">em seus ninhos,</p><p style="text-align: center;">cantiga serena</p><p style="text-align: center;">de quem despertou</p><p style="text-align: center;">sem dormir.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">*</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>Marli Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16773315804794023719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144630234908400037.post-50546786418807254382022-03-15T20:39:00.002-03:002022-03-16T00:19:55.370-03:00Casulo<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi6oWNYojA5LgbQnka4oTAnu97oOF1QKq7JGptn9045dx5PHza7zi7rbqTKTXgG0VgoV8UTdU3OvoSQ5uv-dkNnCYUSGc-SJu8dQTgUHPR4FQdKJl6Tc-hZAHvUwKI012SCSUqqxcz90M1ztNmWt25837OxVY-0cz_S-uODGxPNNnS8AhdDCjdEb9Y=s4032" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi6oWNYojA5LgbQnka4oTAnu97oOF1QKq7JGptn9045dx5PHza7zi7rbqTKTXgG0VgoV8UTdU3OvoSQ5uv-dkNnCYUSGc-SJu8dQTgUHPR4FQdKJl6Tc-hZAHvUwKI012SCSUqqxcz90M1ztNmWt25837OxVY-0cz_S-uODGxPNNnS8AhdDCjdEb9Y=s320" width="240" /></a></div> <div> Em Fortaleza/CE<p></p><p style="text-align: center;">Fotografia: Marli Reis</p><p style="text-align: center;">***</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Casulo</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Confiança é para</p><p style="text-align: center;">ser</p><p style="text-align: center;">nas asas da imagem</p><p style="text-align: center;">do amor caído</p><p style="text-align: center;">nos braços da rainha,</p><p style="text-align: center;">sem garantia de receber</p><p style="text-align: center;">de volta o objeto confiado,</p><p style="text-align: center;">encontrado no canto</p><p style="text-align: center;">da sala do rei,</p><p style="text-align: center;">repleta de felicidade!</p><p style="text-align: center;">Confiança é estrada</p><p style="text-align: center;">com pedras e espinhos</p><p style="text-align: center;">para quem quer</p><p style="text-align: center;">ser.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Confiança é entregar</p><p style="text-align: center;">a liberdade de existir</p><p style="text-align: center;">e errar de novo</p><p style="text-align: center;">com atitude de</p><p style="text-align: center;">casulo.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">*</p></div>Marli Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16773315804794023719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144630234908400037.post-65642473193219734122022-02-18T14:54:00.004-03:002022-02-18T15:04:10.743-03:00Tempo<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhncL8CcjylT-iE9-DsUJafnEoYiyorCK46Z0MQIfNhnlGvVa7OMik24n5VQzTHPL7F5e94NnEq-Zc12SJ_txzbm53NLkvfubGaX93SE5qZtGKzOHCmmsEhUOgBkaapZTQRlu9OOH7bHyM0uJOSRu0t6_ifafOfZ0FiqUniP526QtAf-r0grdKxIww=s4032" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhncL8CcjylT-iE9-DsUJafnEoYiyorCK46Z0MQIfNhnlGvVa7OMik24n5VQzTHPL7F5e94NnEq-Zc12SJ_txzbm53NLkvfubGaX93SE5qZtGKzOHCmmsEhUOgBkaapZTQRlu9OOH7bHyM0uJOSRu0t6_ifafOfZ0FiqUniP526QtAf-r0grdKxIww=s320" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Trilha Sítio Fundão, Crato/CE</div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">Fotografia: Marli Reis</p><p style="text-align: center;">*</p><p style="text-align: center;">Tempo</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Quero perder meu tempo</p><p style="text-align: center;">no teu tempo e me perder</p><p style="text-align: center;">de mim,</p><p style="text-align: center;">porque perder é ganhar,</p><p style="text-align: center;">na tua presença,</p><p style="text-align: center;">sem me importar </p><p style="text-align: center;">com os muros altos,</p><p style="text-align: center;">quase intransponíveis.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Seguramos nossas mãos</p><p style="text-align: center;">em minha casa</p><p style="text-align: center;">silenciosa de mim,</p><p style="text-align: center;">não solte agora,</p><p style="text-align: center;">é cedo!</p><p style="text-align: center;">Ainda não contei</p><p style="text-align: center;"> as milhas.</p><p style="text-align: center;">E tua luz aquece</p><p style="text-align: center;">mesmo depois</p><p style="text-align: center;">que o dia amanheceu.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Não tem distância que tire</p><p style="text-align: center;">o tempo de me perder</p><p style="text-align: center;">em ti.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p>Marli Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16773315804794023719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144630234908400037.post-52208752542487260812022-02-13T21:41:00.003-03:002022-02-15T15:39:26.175-03:00Tudo <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjZ8SgQ7_yU5bhcCHrIK3MqW70bGjJawzGbdhGbWlW2ePiWNYKk9b2cobBax4nUz9htW0Ti1FKGn_VwfDOtG9Mx5PUBCu6CHo4sBLNeznonCWSERvGUP7JNRcltMA7Z4Kx-i8aoZJDCcTztZTMpJYJWDdkRIhP2mP7rNrEUgL-zpjy6Z8gsrVHROK4=s4032" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjZ8SgQ7_yU5bhcCHrIK3MqW70bGjJawzGbdhGbWlW2ePiWNYKk9b2cobBax4nUz9htW0Ti1FKGn_VwfDOtG9Mx5PUBCu6CHo4sBLNeznonCWSERvGUP7JNRcltMA7Z4Kx-i8aoZJDCcTztZTMpJYJWDdkRIhP2mP7rNrEUgL-zpjy6Z8gsrVHROK4=s320" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Borboletas, Trilha Sítio Fundão, Crato/CE, </div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Fotografia: Marli Reis </div><div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 28px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 3px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-weight: bold;">Tudo</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 28px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 3px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Tem tudo de lindo e céu </span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">nessa viagem luminosa!</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Tem o abraço prometido,</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">o silêncio de domingo,</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">a lua na varanda.</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Tem o sol bem cedo.</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">São tantos presentes </span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">para enfeitar o dia,</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">que um dia é pouco</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">para tanta alegria!</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Ainda tem o enfeite</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">da alma com semente</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">de amor de espera.</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Ainda tem o pincel do tempo </span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">a colorir de azul</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">o entardecer </span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">para aguardar a noite,</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">mostrar as estrelas</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">e encantar o amor.</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Nesse lugar </span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">vagalumes dançam </span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">de asas soltas </span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">na escuridão,</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">só param quando encontram</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">o brilho do olhar azul,</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">nele tudo é pausa.</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br /></span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br /></span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s2" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br /></span></p></div></div>Marli Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16773315804794023719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144630234908400037.post-29541653023072893702022-01-18T12:36:00.003-03:002022-02-27T16:36:47.934-03:00Enquanto isso<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjDE9DTGC2GFGuZ0j_lH_-v1J1Jw7Hk7dpgUhgJMZZOjPNODmWWMSb8yMb7yDLmTaUWOthZd4yjasyWnGAJyMiklFV22MN3cXX73wqtP0enuZIE0MYu90euz-jo9gDlqhncoCkh870i2F-AFdpYKXms45N-M2AKbUzPiTb_Q8erCS4RUTztJiIAB7U=s4032" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjDE9DTGC2GFGuZ0j_lH_-v1J1Jw7Hk7dpgUhgJMZZOjPNODmWWMSb8yMb7yDLmTaUWOthZd4yjasyWnGAJyMiklFV22MN3cXX73wqtP0enuZIE0MYu90euz-jo9gDlqhncoCkh870i2F-AFdpYKXms45N-M2AKbUzPiTb_Q8erCS4RUTztJiIAB7U=s320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">Entardecer em Santana do Cariri-CE</p><p style="text-align: center;">Fotografia: Marli Reis</p><p style="text-align: center;">***</p><p style="text-align: center;">Tudo ali bem perto de você</p><p style="text-align: center;">e eu sem a cadeira</p><p style="text-align: center;">na varanda.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Esse silêncio não é seu</p><p style="text-align: center;">nem meu,</p><p style="text-align: center;">não é de ninguém.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Só sinto o planeta solto</p><p style="text-align: center;">na imensidão do sistema solar,</p><p style="text-align: center;">enquanto acho que haverá tempo</p><p style="text-align: center;">para nós.</p><p style="text-align: center;">É doce esse sonho.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Tragam a mãe de todos!</p><p style="text-align: center;">Esqueçam as noites estreladas!</p><p style="text-align: center;">Esqueçam os cantos dos pássaros</p><p style="text-align: center;">e os ninhos com ovos partidos!</p><p style="text-align: center;">Só não esqueçam do amor!</p><p style="text-align: center;">Esse aquece o tempo de espera,</p><p style="text-align: center;">enquanto o olhar se perde</p><p style="text-align: center;">pela janela</p><p style="text-align: center;">vendo a estrada</p><p style="text-align: center;">sem fim...</p><p><br /></p>Marli Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16773315804794023719noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144630234908400037.post-24401253445654145432022-01-09T00:15:00.005-03:002022-01-09T00:24:20.794-03:00O amor <p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEibzn59jrsTAIwuoQ3mix1Iyt0pS8Lg1z7J5g3I3gf8C0i5jP2q3Fd9TJZy6efeIEgELDgK_gtmbYpQajgvTUf6VUkECa3y0_A_qtR8wIdKZ3yxsJeqxh9gdv4jEv3iYyei801_u6mddIuIAsTB6ZCnKy9ZYkYFl4txLQMOlHVlnXPQF0EoE5MjZOg=s4032" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEibzn59jrsTAIwuoQ3mix1Iyt0pS8Lg1z7J5g3I3gf8C0i5jP2q3Fd9TJZy6efeIEgELDgK_gtmbYpQajgvTUf6VUkECa3y0_A_qtR8wIdKZ3yxsJeqxh9gdv4jEv3iYyei801_u6mddIuIAsTB6ZCnKy9ZYkYFl4txLQMOlHVlnXPQF0EoE5MjZOg=s320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;">Arquitetura de igreja/Crato/CE</p><p style="text-align: center;">Fotografia: Marli Reis </p><p style="text-align: center;">***</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Estava em silêncio </p><p style="text-align: center;">de igreja </p><p style="text-align: center;">em prece, sem destino.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Encontrei o amor escondido </p><p style="text-align: center;">na superfície fria das angústias.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Estava o amor parado</p><p style="text-align: center;">esperando por nós.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Pudesse ver o mar,</p><p style="text-align: center;">o amor estava ali,</p><p style="text-align: center;">pudesse ver o céu,</p><p style="text-align: center;">o amor alcançaria </p><p style="text-align: center;">o caminho ao teu coração.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Ficou o amor parado na porta,</p><p style="text-align: center;">sem chão.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Enquanto a chuva secava</p><p style="text-align: center;">na pele silenciosa </p><p style="text-align: center;">da paixão sem abrigo,</p><p style="text-align: center;">sem frio e sem calor.</p><p style="text-align: center;">***</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>Marli Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16773315804794023719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144630234908400037.post-79064579362736230272021-12-30T21:40:00.002-03:002021-12-31T00:32:01.645-03:00Inesperado<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgIhPocf2xN9yaRFDWUmy1YaaqHNCO0RLBrbPZv-KzLrOuuZhk59zZ5FYPkGnUdJSmoFdOnFKJl1l4gh511e0vtpsYzCnCQQi8mBY3NFIcnqErIzFqni7kKDFyOeTQbuF6CrAliHxeuMpv-bQZuJ_ewJzN-F778u3MEx-czL-bFE1LYJJGWjxWJjyA=s1600" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgIhPocf2xN9yaRFDWUmy1YaaqHNCO0RLBrbPZv-KzLrOuuZhk59zZ5FYPkGnUdJSmoFdOnFKJl1l4gh511e0vtpsYzCnCQQi8mBY3NFIcnqErIzFqni7kKDFyOeTQbuF6CrAliHxeuMpv-bQZuJ_ewJzN-F778u3MEx-czL-bFE1LYJJGWjxWJjyA=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">São Paulo da janela de um hotel.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fotografia: Marli Reis</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">***</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Alegria nesse dia,</div><div style="text-align: center;">tanta, fazendo-se abraço.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dois multiplicado</div><div style="text-align: center;">em olhares, falas, corações.</div><div style="text-align: center;">O humano em gesto,</div><div style="text-align: center;">carinho com a suavidade</div><div style="text-align: center;">do inesperado.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Eu por aqui acreditando,</div><div style="text-align: center;">sendo o que aprendi a ver,</div><div style="text-align: center;">sentindo o reflexo da vida</div><div style="text-align: center;">pulsando.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> 30.12.21</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>Marli Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16773315804794023719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144630234908400037.post-14715796899919326492021-12-30T21:21:00.000-03:002021-12-30T21:21:10.336-03:00Paraíso<p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiSjteNPbTf-uLr96rx-uwYslKotrlW9QTN39S5-yJtmbic0XWWH6GBYs1QSawjrh6jCJ0ugN63bnQpGeuaMN1qElWil0zd2EYrmx6OWhmzcfVjYGTDSPQj2RKETifUoHaRDUsbthV19iEVmFhnj6ytjtcxga6ptgawUJo-jWQEbGfkxO4gORv03a8=s714" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="643" data-original-width="714" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiSjteNPbTf-uLr96rx-uwYslKotrlW9QTN39S5-yJtmbic0XWWH6GBYs1QSawjrh6jCJ0ugN63bnQpGeuaMN1qElWil0zd2EYrmx6OWhmzcfVjYGTDSPQj2RKETifUoHaRDUsbthV19iEVmFhnj6ytjtcxga6ptgawUJo-jWQEbGfkxO4gORv03a8=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /> Eu criei essa imagem.<p></p><p style="text-align: center;">Fotografia: Marli Reis</p><p style="text-align: center;">***</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Estive em paraíso silencioso,</p><p style="text-align: center;">era calmo como uma folha caindo</p><p style="text-align: center;">ao entardecer.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Um paraíso sem o calor</p><p style="text-align: center;">do teu nome.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Com a tua presença</p><p style="text-align: center;">era claridade além dos sentidos.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Deixou de ser paraíso</p><p style="text-align: center;">para se tornar um ninho</p><p style="text-align: center;">capaz de sobreviver ao calor,</p><p style="text-align: center;">era cheio de amor</p><p style="text-align: center;">e o amor bastava.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> 30.12.21</p>Marli Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16773315804794023719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144630234908400037.post-22614355759690887952021-12-16T20:15:00.000-03:002021-12-16T20:15:05.756-03:00Gosto bom<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgmn2PmKQABMciZH-YyW7MTcOGmnLmInZ6Q03DmSCxK7fdy3rRP6GQys96Us8638HLMVojQkaKM8klpVFMKWiEgYf7KFCYPUiobct-xJ2xoWh5EYzD4nfvL7_iL4qtA_EwlEavJV13c8VTXVuG5fIAGHaWtRnydi5wWZJUqLmcnmRLA5-NOGLHFMgk=s1396" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1396" data-original-width="1102" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgmn2PmKQABMciZH-YyW7MTcOGmnLmInZ6Q03DmSCxK7fdy3rRP6GQys96Us8638HLMVojQkaKM8klpVFMKWiEgYf7KFCYPUiobct-xJ2xoWh5EYzD4nfvL7_iL4qtA_EwlEavJV13c8VTXVuG5fIAGHaWtRnydi5wWZJUqLmcnmRLA5-NOGLHFMgk=s320" width="253" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;">Fotografia: Marli Reis</p><p style="text-align: center;">***</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Era gosto de fruta doce</p><p style="text-align: center;">esse arrepio do lado direito,</p><p style="text-align: center;">não parecia outra coisa</p><p style="text-align: center;">a não ser a cara</p><p style="text-align: center;">do amor chegando</p><p style="text-align: center;">como sempre faz,</p><p style="text-align: center;">abre as portas </p><p style="text-align: center;">e deixa o sol entrar, </p><p style="text-align: center;">estica a corda,</p><p style="text-align: center;">puxa a perna,</p><p style="text-align: center;">desce e torna a subir</p><p style="text-align: center;">não se sabe para onde,</p><p style="text-align: center;">apenas sente,</p><p style="text-align: center;">sente tanto</p><p style="text-align: center;">que esquece o passado</p><p style="text-align: center;">e o futuro.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Tudo tem cor,</p><p style="text-align: center;">tem cheiro</p><p style="text-align: center;">e gosto de vento </p><p style="text-align: center;">nas asas das borboletas.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> 16.12.2021</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>Marli Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16773315804794023719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144630234908400037.post-21378226731205543572021-07-11T17:30:00.000-03:002021-07-11T17:30:02.317-03:00Recortes<p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBosgLQlqbc/YOtUUPUZFzI/AAAAAAAAHUA/QWk-UIp1fwoyKtdBVciHvc7Llm3c7uisgCPcBGAsYHg/s2560/IMG_20150308_232959.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2560" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBosgLQlqbc/YOtUUPUZFzI/AAAAAAAAHUA/QWk-UIp1fwoyKtdBVciHvc7Llm3c7uisgCPcBGAsYHg/s320/IMG_20150308_232959.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;">Imagem: As Flores do Atelier</p><p style="text-align: center;">Fotografia: Marli Reis</p><p style="text-align: center;">***</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Pedaços de vida</p><p style="text-align: center;">guardados em quadros.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Pedaços do eu</p><p style="text-align: center;">guardados em cofres.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Pedaços de tudo</p><p style="text-align: center;">guardados na memória,</p><p style="text-align: center;">quase inumerável</p><p style="text-align: center;">para o passado</p><p style="text-align: center;">do mundo.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Qual o nome</p><p style="text-align: center;">desse gesto estampado</p><p style="text-align: center;">na curva desse caminho</p><p style="text-align: center;">solto e leve?</p><p style="text-align: center;">É o amor,</p><p style="text-align: center;">refúgio dos bons.</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> Marli Reis, 2015 </p>Marli Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16773315804794023719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144630234908400037.post-9114488565140013972021-07-11T17:10:00.001-03:002021-07-11T17:10:21.349-03:00Novos ares<p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o6u6zXTWz5g/YOtP7hCc_wI/AAAAAAAAHT0/kGTa4eBYiH0LiECcxv_5T7pk2_nbodaMQCPcBGAsYHg/s4032/IMG_0029.HEIC" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o6u6zXTWz5g/YOtP7hCc_wI/AAAAAAAAHT0/kGTa4eBYiH0LiECcxv_5T7pk2_nbodaMQCPcBGAsYHg/s320/IMG_0029.HEIC" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;">Imagem: As Sementes</p><p style="text-align: center;">Fotografia: Marli Reis</p><p style="text-align: center;">***</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Passou o frio,</p><p style="text-align: center;">passou o calor,</p><p style="text-align: center;">passou a claridade</p><p style="text-align: center;">de ontem,</p><p style="text-align: center;">escapou pela janela</p><p style="text-align: center;">de ninguém</p><p style="text-align: center;">por essa causa.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Mudou o ar,</p><p style="text-align: center;">o ar do quarto,</p><p style="text-align: center;">o ar da sala,</p><p style="text-align: center;">o ar do quintal.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Novos ares respirantes</p><p style="text-align: center;">num movimento</p><p style="text-align: center;">espiral de cor.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Tem gosto azedo</p><p style="text-align: center;">no prato,</p><p style="text-align: center;">muda o tempero!</p><p style="text-align: center;">E volta a dormir,</p><p style="text-align: center;">que o dia</p><p style="text-align: center;">não acabou. </p>Marli Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16773315804794023719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144630234908400037.post-72272590120108418342021-07-11T16:56:00.002-03:002021-07-11T16:56:29.354-03:00O trem<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WomjeOE240I/YOtMkXrtLWI/AAAAAAAAHTo/Y_g6nXbJB78s2ENVhjZyl_d5Ku0vJJh9QCPcBGAsYHg/s2560/IMG_20150217_165835.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2560" data-original-width="1920" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WomjeOE240I/YOtMkXrtLWI/AAAAAAAAHTo/Y_g6nXbJB78s2ENVhjZyl_d5Ku0vJJh9QCPcBGAsYHg/s320/IMG_20150217_165835.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;">Imagem: As Flores do Atelier</p><p style="text-align: center;">Fotografia: Marli Reis</p><p style="text-align: center;">***</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">É chegada a hora</p><p style="text-align: center;">de dizer amém</p><p style="text-align: center;">aos dias de vento</p><p style="text-align: center;">chegando e soprando</p><p style="text-align: center;">as páginas rasuradas</p><p style="text-align: center;">escritas, para quê?</p><p style="text-align: center;">Olha lá vai passando</p><p style="text-align: center;">o carro de som,</p><p style="text-align: center;">música com cheiro</p><p style="text-align: center;">de melancia.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Não quero mais</p><p style="text-align: center;">essa experiência doce!</p><p style="text-align: center;">Agora o mergulho</p><p style="text-align: center;">é no mar.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Vou fazer as malas</p><p style="text-align: center;">e esperar o trem.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> Marli Reis, 2015</p>Marli Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16773315804794023719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144630234908400037.post-56135490732322505812021-07-11T16:46:00.000-03:002021-07-11T16:46:03.009-03:00Seus pensamentos<p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BZqU9kNUDGs/YOtKDCgdQCI/AAAAAAAAHTc/3JeSeCHzCAENLDqxdXOJeOKOICwXDQ8WQCPcBGAsYHg/s2560/IMG_20160208_094852.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2560" data-original-width="1920" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BZqU9kNUDGs/YOtKDCgdQCI/AAAAAAAAHTc/3JeSeCHzCAENLDqxdXOJeOKOICwXDQ8WQCPcBGAsYHg/s320/IMG_20160208_094852.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;">Imagem: Os Pássaros</p><p style="text-align: center;">Fotografia: Marli Reis</p><p style="text-align: center;">***<br /><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Os homens que pensavam</p><p style="text-align: center;">morreram todos,</p><p style="text-align: center;">deixaram seus pensamentos</p><p style="text-align: center;">por aí</p><p style="text-align: center;">para que outros</p><p style="text-align: center;">pudessem pensar também</p><p style="text-align: center;">os pensamentos </p><p style="text-align: center;">que fizessem sentido</p><p style="text-align: center;">ou mesmo o sentido</p><p style="text-align: center;">sendo o oposto</p><p style="text-align: center;">do progresso</p><p style="text-align: center;">para o conceito</p><p style="text-align: center;">que deixa a cara</p><p style="text-align: center;">séria</p><p style="text-align: center;">ou sei lá</p><p style="text-align: center;">nem quero pensar.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> Marli Reis, 2015 </p>Marli Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16773315804794023719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144630234908400037.post-63115480911348304492021-07-11T16:32:00.004-03:002021-07-11T16:32:47.565-03:00Sinal verde<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Sieh-wEDh0/YOtG7kb3L3I/AAAAAAAAHTQ/w2ReZ-EpAIgIhwFS7gzbu8j8UlfWzmMzQCPcBGAsYHg/s4032/IMG_0038.HEIC" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Sieh-wEDh0/YOtG7kb3L3I/AAAAAAAAHTQ/w2ReZ-EpAIgIhwFS7gzbu8j8UlfWzmMzQCPcBGAsYHg/s320/IMG_0038.HEIC" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;">Fotografia: Marli Reis</p><p style="text-align: center;">Imagem: Fortaleza/CE</p><p style="text-align: center;">***</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Insisto na beleza</p><p style="text-align: center;">dos encontros</p><p style="text-align: center;">na mente clara</p><p style="text-align: center;">de dias de sol.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Tudo em silêncio</p><p style="text-align: center;">de música suave</p><p style="text-align: center;">e as pessoas</p><p style="text-align: center;">com asas de anjo</p><p style="text-align: center;">sendo mais que tudo,</p><p style="text-align: center;">ultrapassando a amizade.</p><p style="text-align: center;">As gotas do orvalho,</p><p style="text-align: center;">os pingos da chuva</p><p style="text-align: center;">e a alegria da chegada</p><p style="text-align: center;">agora olhando</p><p style="text-align: center;">a esquina</p><p style="text-align: center;">de braços abertos </p><p style="text-align: center;">com sinal verde.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> Marli Reis, 2015</p>Marli Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16773315804794023719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144630234908400037.post-55723182749918429102021-07-11T16:16:00.001-03:002021-07-11T16:16:41.976-03:00Pontos<p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-taDC072n6XQ/YOtC8-QxwJI/AAAAAAAAHTE/pH-xD3ktAS4tKCfBsHGd6QM6gr8sz_mywCPcBGAsYHg/s2560/IMG_20150217_171209.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2560" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-taDC072n6XQ/YOtC8-QxwJI/AAAAAAAAHTE/pH-xD3ktAS4tKCfBsHGd6QM6gr8sz_mywCPcBGAsYHg/s320/IMG_20150217_171209.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;">Desenho com giz, por Marli Reis</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">***</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Singular cinza</p><p style="text-align: center;">que supera a hora</p><p style="text-align: center;">do dia.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Quando chegou o inverno</p><p style="text-align: center;">no teu jardim?</p><p style="text-align: center;">Que flores vão se abrir</p><p style="text-align: center;">com tua presença?</p><p style="text-align: center;">Poderia o ar faltar,</p><p style="text-align: center;">mas eu ainda</p><p style="text-align: center;">estaria aqui</p><p style="text-align: center;">com os olhos</p><p style="text-align: center;">em lágrimas</p><p style="text-align: center;">de amor.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> Marli Reis, 2015</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p>Marli Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16773315804794023719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144630234908400037.post-45071300083102169102021-05-21T02:06:00.000-03:002021-05-21T02:06:03.573-03:00EsperaMarli Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16773315804794023719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144630234908400037.post-79315948088758521812021-02-20T02:45:00.001-03:002021-02-20T02:59:17.581-03:00Na praça <p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t-VFnnRLSmc/SVQqkALLHAI/AAAAAAAAAcA/YPKxSqcwJBkFjlONPScQgKb2TgRu1SEtgCPcBGAYYCw/s1024/117.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t-VFnnRLSmc/SVQqkALLHAI/AAAAAAAAAcA/YPKxSqcwJBkFjlONPScQgKb2TgRu1SEtgCPcBGAYYCw/s320/117.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">Fotografia: de um amanhecer em Fortaleza, Marli Reis </p><p style="text-align: center;">*</p><p style="text-align: center;">As árvores lembram um tempo</p><p style="text-align: center;">de mato fechado.</p><p style="text-align: center;">No parquinho, o sorriso das crianças.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Pelos cantos, as flores </p><p style="text-align: center;">capturadas em espaços mínimos,</p><p style="text-align: center;">nem merecem, não se importam,</p><p style="text-align: center;">o destino é encantar os olhos</p><p style="text-align: center;">dos desavisados, </p><p style="text-align: center;">que se apaixonam</p><p style="text-align: center;">suspirando, gemendo e chorando</p><p style="text-align: center;">no vale dos encantados,</p><p style="text-align: center;">desses choros sem lágrimas.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Ainda entardecendo...</p><p style="text-align: center;">Os últimos raios de sol</p><p style="text-align: center;">aquecendo as árvores </p><p style="text-align: center;">e a pele dos caminhantes. </p><p style="text-align: center;">Alguns pássaros cantam </p><p style="text-align: center;">enquanto formigas carregam </p><p style="text-align: center;">pétalas </p><p style="text-align: center;">sem pressa.</p><p style="text-align: center;">*</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> Marli Reis </p><p style="text-align: center;">Vivência em 19/02/2021</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>Marli Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16773315804794023719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144630234908400037.post-62280943385198515092021-02-19T02:32:00.002-03:002021-02-20T01:25:59.054-03:00Entre amigos <p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9tL2VmAKLnk/YC9NCR7MiRI/AAAAAAAAHD4/HWXHJk9Rde8UnZoWpFjG5M-lmXbmgnOCQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/16137125495415308347982582692048.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9tL2VmAKLnk/YC9NCR7MiRI/AAAAAAAAHD4/HWXHJk9Rde8UnZoWpFjG5M-lmXbmgnOCQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/16137125495415308347982582692048.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;">Fotografia: Marli Reis </p><p style="text-align: center;"> *</p><p style="text-align: center;">Aprender com as chegadas,</p><p style="text-align: center;">receber a alegria de braços abertos, </p><p style="text-align: center;">esperar o mel de abelhas </p><p style="text-align: center;">no café,</p><p style="text-align: center;">recriar a sala e o tapete </p><p style="text-align: center;">para o descanso matinal,</p><p style="text-align: center;">aguardar as estrelas </p><p style="text-align: center;">enquanto a fogueira assa </p><p style="text-align: center;">a batata doce </p><p style="text-align: center;">e o teu olhar é meu,</p><p style="text-align: center;">o meu silêncio é teu</p><p style="text-align: center;">amigo. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>Marli Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16773315804794023719noreply@blogger.com0