tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69147000800755602552012-01-31T13:45:22.419-08:00Poesia, Fotografia, PensamentosOlympio Barbantihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14971594755417234312noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914700080075560255.post-86109573354382401742009-06-15T07:08:00.000-07:002009-06-15T07:12:28.428-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FKhRwuiYQIQ/SjZWqWbCsbI/AAAAAAAAACY/FSyvv-stnhw/s1600-h/Tunel.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FKhRwuiYQIQ/SjZWqWbCsbI/AAAAAAAAACY/FSyvv-stnhw/s320/Tunel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347556893122539954" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914700080075560255-8610957335438240174?l=alhuresdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Olympio Barbantihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14971594755417234312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914700080075560255.post-68479898398165463752009-06-15T06:45:00.000-07:002009-06-15T07:08:43.151-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FKhRwuiYQIQ/SjZUI1ZFoPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WCiiXEy3DUo/s1600-h/DSCN0468.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FKhRwuiYQIQ/SjZUI1ZFoPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WCiiXEy3DUo/s320/DSCN0468.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347554118297034994" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FKhRwuiYQIQ/SjZRiXX6ChI/AAAAAAAAACI/rlLcQpga8BQ/s1600-h/Poço+e+brilho.JPG"><span><span></span></span></a><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">De la risa de Dios<br />Sacaste líneas<br />Contornos de tu expresión<br />De la risa de los hombres<br />Sacaste marcas<br />Los músculos de tu pasión<br />Y con los palotes de hoy<br />Desnudaste el tejido<br />La trama de tu vida<br />Y con la piel en hojas<br />Mostraste tu carne<br />Tu belleza garrida<br />Y ahora que haces<br />Con que tintas vives<br />Por quien encuadernas<br />Los sueños que escribes?<br /><br /><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914700080075560255-6847989839816546375?l=alhuresdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Olympio Barbantihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14971594755417234312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914700080075560255.post-91797888044585455492009-05-30T17:19:00.000-07:002009-05-30T17:21:21.370-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FKhRwuiYQIQ/SiHNPK0DdyI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GgZvKlutyjU/s1600-h/Porta.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341776293522536226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FKhRwuiYQIQ/SiHNPK0DdyI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GgZvKlutyjU/s320/Porta.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;">Por Onde Entras ?<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914700080075560255-9179788804458545549?l=alhuresdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Olympio Barbantihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14971594755417234312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914700080075560255.post-73955537016844959382009-05-30T17:11:00.000-07:002009-05-30T17:12:28.189-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">E quando te vi primeiro</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Numa imagem anexada</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Com tuas cores em cinza</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Com teus olhos em chamas</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Abriram-se arquivos</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Que meu coração salvara</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Dos sonhos de um dia</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Te ver materializar</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Num download de emoções</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914700080075560255-7395553701684495938?l=alhuresdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Olympio Barbantihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14971594755417234312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914700080075560255.post-24671373435016228902009-05-30T16:52:00.000-07:002009-05-30T17:13:10.218-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FKhRwuiYQIQ/SiHIaBiWvdI/AAAAAAAAABg/4mXleNJgEro/s1600-h/Teto+do+Mundo.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341770982452805074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FKhRwuiYQIQ/SiHIaBiWvdI/AAAAAAAAABg/4mXleNJgEro/s320/Teto+do+Mundo.jpg" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FKhRwuiYQIQ/SiHJYdQunaI/AAAAAAAAABo/CotO4DfiBSs/s1600-h/Ch%C3%A3o.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341772055046954402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FKhRwuiYQIQ/SiHJYdQunaI/AAAAAAAAABo/CotO4DfiBSs/s320/Ch%C3%A3o.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="color:#993300;"><div align="left"><br /></span></div><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FKhRwuiYQIQ/SiHHQGOcdXI/AAAAAAAAABY/COhmalXH5cI/s1600-h/001.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914700080075560255-2467137343501622890?l=alhuresdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Olympio Barbantihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14971594755417234312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914700080075560255.post-85057463405906636982009-05-30T16:43:00.000-07:002009-05-30T17:11:16.792-07:00<p align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Raros momentos<br />Respiro ares, os<br />Ares de ti<br />E vejo tua graça<br />E respiro<br />E respiro fundo<br />Te busco profundo<br />Boca-a-boca<br />Me oxigeno<br />Com a brisa<br />De tua alma<br />Que pulsa<br />Me toca<br />Eletriza<br />Circula<br />Lateja<br />Tua alma<br />Teus ares de ti<br />Saltam<br />Soltos<br />Loucos ... loucos ... loucos<br />Rápidos<br />Esvoaçam<br />Zunem aos<br />Meus pensamentos<br />Nossos medos<br />Meus desejos<br />Meus anseios<br />De ti,<br />Respirar,<br />Novamente,<br />À noite.</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914700080075560255-8505746340590663698?l=alhuresdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Olympio Barbantihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14971594755417234312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914700080075560255.post-86818291737184859062009-05-30T16:20:00.001-07:002009-05-30T17:10:24.240-07:00<div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Quisera lhe dar um buquê<br />Com o cheiro jovem de teus lábios<br />Com o brilho negro de teus olhos.<br />Mas o tempo escasso impede<br />Frases ditas, incandescentes.<br />E os pensamentos devidos<br />Ainda aguardam sentinelas<br />O ataque profano de desejos<br />Que lance ao ar vontades,<br />E gire<br />Soltas<br />As pétalas<br />Até que caiam<br />Calmas<br />Ardentes<br />Amadas<br />No leito de meus sonhos abraçados</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6914700080075560255-8681829173718485906?l=alhuresdemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Olympio Barbantihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14971594755417234312noreply@blogger.com0