tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-95848402012-01-17T14:53:42.963-02:00"Yo sé que estoy ligado a ti/ más fuerte que la hiedra/ porque tus ojos de mis sueños/ no pueden separarse jamás." Agustín LaraMaria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.comBlogger4451100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-49333169244843431842012-01-17T14:51:00.001-02:002012-01-17T14:53:42.968-02:00Quando&nbsp;a palavra cala<br />e, longe da sua casa, ardo,<br />fecho os olhos<br />aos espinhos verdadeiros<br />- da cerca&nbsp;que ainda nos separa -<br />e sinto, nas pontas dos dedos,<br />uma certa rosa&nbsp;imaginária...<br /><br /><br /><object height="132" width="353"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=f33ff9e" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-4933316924484343184?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-18409336724754164402010-10-27T14:37:00.002-02:002010-10-27T19:37:54.675-02:00Quando meu giro<br />põe seus dedos<br />no limite<br />entre a sede da pele<br />e a seda do vestido,<br />sua mão não hesita<br />e visita<br />o direito do meu corpo<br />e o avesso do tecido...<br /><br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=7499b51" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-1840933672475416440?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-35808645282783198182010-08-04T19:09:00.002-03:002010-08-05T12:42:13.761-03:00Entre tantos<br />ângulos retos,<br />do teto aos cantos<br />da sua cama<br />me exponho<br />em curvas<br />- ao seu desejo -<br />morena cadeia<br />de montanhas...<br /><br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=caea794" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-3580864528278319818?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-79761603886760442382010-07-31T22:24:00.001-03:002010-07-31T22:27:35.941-03:00Se ser teu par<br />não é o destino<br />dos meus passos repetidos<br />no restrito espaço da sala<br />- falso infinito espelhado -<br />paro no meio do giro,<br />antes que pare<br />o vestido...<br /><br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=b3a40cb" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-7976160388676044238?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-76382037302104966932010-01-07T19:53:00.000-02:002010-01-07T19:54:46.119-02:00Cada palavra<br />em minha boca<br />nada,<br />rouca e gemida,<br />em submersas sílabas<br />no jorro<br />- pulsado e doce -<br />do seu gozo...<br /><br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=ce90a23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-7638203730210496693?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-63029189211475944082009-12-24T19:58:00.000-02:002009-12-24T19:58:14.235-02:00Era treva no quarto<br />e você disse...<br />Não, você não disse nada...<br />E as estrelas surgiram<br />nos meus olhos<br />e o mar se fez<br />na minha boca...<br /><br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=d8171d2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-6302918921147594408?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-33250739345742379712009-12-16T22:28:00.001-02:002009-12-16T22:35:30.664-02:00Perfeito seria<br />o seu presente<br />se o laço (des)feito,<br />carinhosamente,<br />revelasse completa<br />ausência de falhas,<br />mas prefiro dar<br />ao homem que amo<br />a mulher que sou<br />quando cai a toalha...<br /><br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=a96be84" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-3325073934574237971?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-30961447403625917012009-11-10T15:32:00.001-02:002009-11-10T15:37:21.190-02:00A cabeça<br />meio de lado<br />no beijo interminável,<br />a pele e o contato,<br />o cheiro do gozo<br />no prazo quase esgotado,<br />o olhar fixo<br />e o coração apaixonado<br />que pulsa no crucifixo <br />distorcido do abraço,<br />um só momento,<br />seu significado<br />e mais nada...<br />Assim eu te amo:<br />uma vida de cada vez...<br /><br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=3af553d" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-3096144740362591701?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-80953069207056092552009-11-08T17:48:00.002-02:002009-11-08T17:53:07.412-02:00Nos espelhos,<br />busco sua imagem<br />e me concentro<br />em cada foco<br />- febril por você -<br />sem perceber<br />que, por dentro,<br />o desejo se espalha<br />em irreversível metástase<br />da pele à alma...<br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><br /><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=6f4aeea" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-8095306920705609255?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-23439168949853776672009-11-03T18:07:00.000-02:002009-11-03T18:07:46.438-02:00Sobre você<br />me movo,<br />leve,<br />até que tudo<br />- de novo -<br />se inverta<br />e você<br />em mim<br />pese...<br /><br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=2237343" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-2343916894985377667?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-50692097132235913442009-10-30T02:06:00.000-02:002009-10-30T02:07:29.253-02:00Compensa o clichê<br />das esperas<br />- eternas -<br />sentir o deslizar macio<br />da pele clara do seu quadril<br />no círculo<br />morno e moreno<br />das minhas pernas<br />trêmulas...<br /><br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=9afa4ce" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-5069209713223591344?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-21938143826768510692009-10-19T18:16:00.004-02:002009-10-19T18:25:11.036-02:00As horas vividas<br />entre paredes,<br />(entre parênteses),<br />vívidas na memória,<br />não mudaram o enredo<br />da história,<br />mas serão para sempre<br />- e sem preço -<br />nossas intangíveis posses...<br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><br /><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=64070ce" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-2193814382676851069?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-1350942080580047352009-09-24T00:43:00.001-03:002009-09-24T00:45:50.096-03:00Nada falta<br />na secreta ceia<br />em que me comes<br />e eu te bebo:<br />sobre a mesa,<br />sobram ainda<br />minha crônica sede<br />e tua fome infinda...<br /><br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=07076a5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-135094208058004735?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-46817477043413848172009-09-23T01:15:00.001-03:002009-09-23T01:18:41.794-03:00Marco meu destino<br />na sua palma<br />onde parece sorrir<br />a curva linha da vida<br />e sigo desejando<br />o impossível,<br />deliciosamente<br />perdida...<br /><br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=d975ac6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-4681747704341384817?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-71817321861003811702009-09-22T22:06:00.003-03:002009-09-23T01:22:58.586-03:00Sob suas mãos<br />- únicas -<br />abro meus caminhos<br />e alongo,<br />sinuosa e nua,<br />o corpo que brilha<br />sem retorno,<br />quando você<br />me trilha...<br /><br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=1f24268" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-7181732186100381170?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-30608993722614615532009-09-12T15:32:00.000-03:002009-09-12T15:32:13.842-03:00Contendo a fuga<br />da alma pelos poros,<br />me rendo<br />diante da calma<br />da sua boca<br />na minha pele,<br />contra a pressa<br />do tempo...<br /><br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=ae29a30" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-3060899372261461553?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-79848080365308132682009-08-29T22:38:00.001-03:002009-08-29T22:40:13.610-03:00Entre a semente<br />e a colheita<br />do seu olhar plantado<br />na curva trêmula<br />do meu lábio,<br />espero que o beijo<br />amadureça,<br />molhando a renda<br />que cobre outras leiras...<br /><br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" width="400" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent" flashvars="audio_duration=DURAÇÃO&amp;external_url=http://dc159.4shared.com/img/128749724/17cd94a5/dlink__2Fdownload_2F128749724_2F17cd94a5_3Ftsid_3D20090829-212439-eacc09d7/preview.mp3" /></embed><br />Clifford Brown - Smoke Gets In Your Eyes<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-7984808036530813268?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-12716853327406634162009-08-27T12:38:00.000-03:002009-08-27T12:41:00.581-03:00Beijando minha nuca<br />- entre os fios morenos -<br />você suspira<br />e eu tremo...<br /><br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" width="400" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent" flashvars="audio_duration=DURAÇÃO&amp;external_url=http://dc111.4shared.com/img/127980628/6b0301ab/dlink__2Fdownload_2F127980628_2F6b0301ab_3Ftsid_3D20090826-220749-1da25332/preview.mp3" /></embed><br /><br />Don't Take Your Love From Me<br />Milt Jackson & Coleman Hawkins<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-1271685332740663416?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-29964305134482999042009-08-06T19:31:00.000-03:002009-08-06T19:31:40.722-03:00Do alto do seu corpo<br />vejo o (meu) mundo inteiro,<br />- mares de suor,<br />fronteiras de pêlos -<br />na órbita de desejo<br />que descrevo,<br />entre os pés da cama<br />e o travesseiro...<br /><br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=ad191bc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-2996430513448299904?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-13089054256233722702009-07-03T20:36:00.000-03:002009-07-03T20:36:54.813-03:00Nossas fraquezas<br />entrelaçadas,<br />depois da (con)fusão<br />de pernas e vontades,<br />dividem o peso<br />da hora única,<br />que levaremos<br />na memória<br />em delicados feixes<br />de segundos...<br /><br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=276a937" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-1308905425623372270?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-82245731030745190732009-06-18T14:55:00.001-03:002009-06-18T14:57:00.423-03:00Sem capa ou espada,<br />invada<br />o camarim do quarto<br />onde me guardo<br />e represento<br />o pior de mim...<br />Salve da (auto)crítica<br />- e dos secundários papéis -<br />as minhas falas<br />e, contra a regra,<br />serei estrela,<br />mesmo que seja<br />de um filme<br />ruim...<br /><br /><br /><object height="132" width="353"><br /><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=07eeaeb" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-8224573103074519073?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-25695059865440721092009-06-14T05:26:00.000-03:002009-06-14T05:27:14.221-03:00Nos ângulos incertos<br />em que abro as pernas,<br />estremece o vértice do joelho<br />e, vermelho,<br />meu rosto aquece<br />o travesseiro,<br />se você acerta<br />- sem que eu peça -<br />o prazeroso caminho<br />do erro...<br /><br /><br /><object height="132" width="353"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=8fe53d6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><br />Morphine - Let's Take A Trip Together<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-2569505986544072109?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-60313199721726001402009-06-12T21:38:00.001-03:002009-06-12T21:38:39.229-03:00Se não posso<br />dar-te mais,<br />me ofereço hoje<br />- em traje de gala -<br />coberta apenas<br />de luminosas<br />notas musicais...<br /><br /><br />* <em>Só</em> <em>uma dança</em>...<br /><br /><br /><object height="132" width="353"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=d633ba7" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><br />Earl Grant - The End<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-6031319972172600140?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-62471556200845384172009-06-09T23:01:00.001-03:002009-06-09T23:12:09.753-03:00Duro,<br />o bico rubro<br />do meu seio<br />na sua língua<br />brilha<br />- escuro diamante -<br />à procura<br />de imaginário furo...<br /><br /><br /><object height="132" width="353"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=3895df8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><br />Dinah Washington - In the Dark<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-6247155620084538417?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-41729971581431897422009-06-09T02:21:00.001-03:002009-06-09T23:14:35.741-03:00Nem caso,<br />nem casa...<br />Seja como for,<br />somos<br />- destinados por acaso -<br />amor.<br /><br /><br /><object height="132" width="353"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=dd0319b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><br />Etta James - I'll Take Care Of You<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-4172997158143189742?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-74390759269083263252009-04-23T00:42:00.000-03:002009-04-23T00:43:29.235-03:00Abençoada sou<br />se, nua,<br />minha pele é rua<br />que ofereço<br />para a procissão<br />noturna<br />dos seus dedos...<br /><br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=fdb4967" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-7439075926908326325?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-63828618200245731532009-03-18T20:02:00.001-03:002009-03-18T20:12:16.538-03:00Quando nada falta<br />- nem sobra -<br />na sombra falsa<br />do seu quarto,<br />nos geminamos<br />para que o sonho<br />seja infinito<br />no limitado espaço<br />da cama...<br /><br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=4d39859" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-6382861820024573153?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-73685421992495584162009-03-18T19:50:00.002-03:002009-03-19T08:32:22.684-03:00À poesia,<br />que nem sempre vem,<br />um aviso:<br />qualquer dia<br />minha <em>Bic</em> escrita fina<br />- como me convém -<br />ainda vai te colocar na linha<br />do trem...<br /><br /><br />[ Depois de uma "marolinha" criativa, blog atualizado! Beijo em quem veio nesses dias de marasmo e em quem não veio também... ;-) ]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-7368542199249558416?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-3848088226667450882009-02-20T18:41:00.000-03:002009-02-20T18:41:59.326-03:00Depois que você sai,<br />fico escura,<br />a alma em recesso,<br />quieta,<br />sem voz, nem verso...<br />Se me falta do amor<br />a loucura,<br />fico à beira da poesia<br />ou o inverso...<br /><br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=1e5f753" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-384808822666745088?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-20834434318349484542009-02-01T17:13:00.000-02:002009-02-01T17:13:55.275-02:00Nas dunas dos travesseiros,<br />adormeço,<br />seca como a areia<br />das horas de espera...<br />Então sinto um beijo,<br />seu queixo no meu ombro<br />e deixo de ser deserto:<br />você é sombra...<br /><br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=feb07d5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-2083443431834948454?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-29937624154879167882009-01-28T23:54:00.002-02:002009-01-28T23:59:27.705-02:00Enquanto me faltam<br />o peso do seu corpo<br />e a leveza da poesia,<br />vivo a falsa utilidade dos dias,<br />até que seja,<br />para alegria dos meus vícios,<br />nosso domingo sem missa,<br />o dia santo dos pecados<br />finalmente cometidos...<br /><br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=b705fc2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-2993762415487916788?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-845686943835450142009-01-21T20:50:00.002-02:002009-01-24T22:19:06.968-02:00Na minha nuca,<br />você suspira<br />e ensina o arrepio<br />à pele que arde,<br />libertina...<br />Então nos devoramos<br />sobre as ruínas do impossível,<br />enquanto o vento brinca<br />de ser música<br />para a lenta dança<br />das cortinas...<br /><br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=a034e47" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-84568694383545014?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-89201288707312452992009-01-12T14:53:00.003-02:002009-01-25T12:38:32.945-02:00Você coloca cor<br />na minha palidez<br />oculta,<br />rosas,<br />vermelhos,<br />púrpuras<br />e me cura<br />quando recebo,<br />(in)segura,<br />no meio<br />do íntimo beijo,<br />sua doce brancura...<br /><br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=65a1f0d" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-8920128870731245299?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-28537123185547190432009-01-03T15:27:00.001-02:002009-01-25T12:44:33.575-02:00Vibra na pele<br />a luz da madrugada,<br />que a persiana corta<br />em paralelas faixas<br />e soam notas de suor<br />nas minhas costas claras,<br />imaginário teclado de piano<br />onde você compõe<br />- com arte -<br />desejos agudos<br />e gemidos baixos...<br /><br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=59df09a" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-2853712318554719043?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-57375060553734014522008-12-17T04:20:00.001-02:002009-01-25T12:57:03.505-02:00Só você conhece<br />os sons que faço,<br />quando chego<br />no alto dos saltos,<br />abrindo botões<br />e braços,<br />qual laços de presente...<br />Só você sabe<br />o silêncio inusitado<br />que invade nosso quarto,<br />quando o prazer<br />- mais que perfeito -<br />é passado<br />recente...<br /><br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=7db9db7" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-5737506055373401452?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-17941976452697625752008-12-16T12:30:00.001-02:002009-01-25T13:10:08.138-02:00Quando eu nasci,<br />o amor era menino<br />de sete coloridos anos<br />e lia gibi<br />- eu imagino -<br />num degrau,<br />perdido em sonhos,<br />sem saber que esperava<br />a poesia...<br /><br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=2c75e89" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-1794197645269762575?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-30832661356870344502008-12-10T14:30:00.003-02:002009-01-25T13:05:24.372-02:00Sob a lua apagada,<br />para que Deus não veja<br />e julgue pouco original<br />nosso pecado,<br />aceito o batismo morno<br />do seu gozo<br />no fundo do meu corpo...<br />Mas, entre os pêlos,<br />a brasa acesa do desejo<br />vira fogo<br />e me ilumina<br />inteira...<br /><br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=338027e" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-3083266135687034450?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-81188611636039145982008-11-20T16:37:00.002-02:002009-01-25T13:16:16.943-02:00Das pétalas secretas<br />que ofereço<br />à precisa colheita<br />dos seus dedos,<br />exala o perfume<br />mais doce,<br />essência da vontade<br />satisfeita...<br /><br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=0ede528" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-8118861163603914598?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-20028614821395971722008-11-19T14:34:00.003-02:002009-01-25T13:25:27.718-02:00O reflexo que nos olha,<br />do mesmo espelho<br />sem moldura,<br />é nossa única foto<br />- colorida prova -<br />que só dura<br />até um de nós<br />ir embora...<br /><br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=cab7b38" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-2002861482139597172?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-7688034146534349362008-11-14T19:10:00.002-02:002009-01-25T13:34:12.608-02:00Não sinto culpa<br />nessa noite,<br />silenciosa testemunha<br />da umidade que brilha<br />quando gozo<br />à sua revelia...<br />Espero sua vinda,<br />inocente como as palavras<br />- que embora sejam poderosas armas -<br />não sabem que são parte<br />da poesia...<br /><br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=1e9a25f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-768803414653434936?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-18789364198164816572008-11-10T15:07:00.002-02:002009-01-25T13:39:37.800-02:00Antes que você<br />me coma,<br />deixe que eu<br />cometa<br />pecados e sonhos<br />na migração dos beijos<br />para o sul,<br />muito além do seu peito...<br />Depois me leve<br />- sob a lenta luz<br />perfumada das velas -<br />a outras esferas<br />e à íntima descoberta:<br />no universo<br />da nossa cama,<br />o mundo<br />é plano...<br /><br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=d6db488" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-1878936419816481657?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-75380595008866196392008-11-01T10:20:00.001-02:002009-01-25T13:43:35.785-02:00Discreta,<br />levo comigo,<br />úmido e escondido,<br />seu cheiro<br />- líquido segredo -<br />mas me entrega,<br />óbvio como todos os códigos,<br />o desejo escrito a barba<br />que arde,<br />vermelho,<br />na pele clara<br />do meu seio...<br /><br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=6b221ea" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-7538059500886619639?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-78669344071820343062008-10-24T16:44:00.001-02:002009-01-25T13:52:40.471-02:00Sem o lençol<br />que o desejo afasta,<br />me vejo nua<br />e pouco casta...<br />Exposta,<br />a pele sua<br />sob a sua<br />e eu me faço<br />trêmulo tema<br />do seu traço,<br />que se mostra<br />- sem retoque -<br />a cada passo<br />do poema...<br /><br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=f30b041" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-7866934407182034306?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-48701513258189345972008-10-09T14:59:00.003-03:002009-09-24T07:11:42.215-03:00Sem hesitar,<br />deixo-me ficar<br />entre o seu olhar castanho<br />e o travesseiro branco...<br />Um pouco mais fundo,<br />um tanto mais forte,<br />você vai e volta...<br />Não, não goze ainda,<br />senão eu gozo agora...<br />E, até que terminem<br />as nossas horas,<br />quero o suor<br />prisioneiro dos poros...<br /><br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=9b2b990" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-4870151325818934597?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-47872873946519061682008-10-05T02:50:00.000-03:002008-10-05T02:50:36.787-03:00Quando você chega,<br />deita,<br />deixa<br />e coloca em minhas mãos<br />a satisfação<br />do seu desejo,<br />eu me atrevo<br />em cheiros<br />e beijos,<br />até que receba<br />na boca<br />o seu gosto<br />e, no rosto <br />- vermelho -<br />o carinho dos seus dedos...<br /><br /><br /><object classid='clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000' codebase='http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=7,0,0,0' width='260' height='60' id='mp3tube' align='middle' border='0'><param name='movie' value='http://www.mp3tube.net/play.swf?id=7be830ab152405f595dd8d058c26a2c6' /><param name='quality' value='High' /><param name='wmode' 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/>deliciosamente,<br />desmoronamos...<br /><br /><br /><object id="mp3tube" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=" height="60" width="260" align="middle" border="0" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"><param name="_cx" value="6879"><param name="_cy" value="1588"><param name="FlashVars" value=""><param name="Movie" value="http://www.mp3tube.net/play.swf?id=5d99b9f756ffe0f581b4c78548a81ac0"><param name="Src" value="http://www.mp3tube.net/play.swf?id=5d99b9f756ffe0f581b4c78548a81ac0"><param name="WMode" value="Transparent"><param name="Play" value="-1"><param name="Loop" value="-1"><param name="Quality" value="High"><param name="SAlign" value=""><param name="Menu" value="0"><param name="Base" value=""><param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""><param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"><param name="DeviceFont" value="0"><param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"><param name="BGColor" value=""><param name="SWRemote" value=""><param 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/>Woody Herman - Body and Soul<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-8119063903375039860?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-58071654376702466252008-09-13T01:43:00.001-03:002008-09-13T01:44:35.300-03:00Nesse quarto<br />sem passado,<br />igual a tantos<br />vários cantos,<br />onde humanos<br />(falhos...)<br />somos,<br />ficam as marcas<br />- temporárias -<br />de nossos recorrentes<br />sonhos...<br /><br /><br /><object id="mp3tube" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=" height="60" width="260" align="middle" border="0" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"><param name="_cx" value="6879"><param name="_cy" value="1588"><param name="FlashVars" value=""><param name="Movie" 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Johnson - Just For A Thrill<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-6041526642942047077?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-12789962899648847652008-08-10T02:51:00.002-03:002008-12-09T04:11:26.226-02:00Na cama alheia,<br />o desejo queima<br />e nas cinzas perfumadas<br />reina o nosso cheiro,<br />prova obscena<br />de tudo que fizemos,<br />quando de nós<br />restar apenas<br />um quadro seu<br />e o meu poema,<br />em casas diferentes...<br /><br /><br /><object id="mp3tube" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=" height="60" width="260" align="middle" border="0" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"><param name="_cx" value="6879"><param name="_cy" value="1588"><param name="FlashVars" value=""><param 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Man<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-7857750755600004101?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-65233345073955018692008-06-19T02:51:00.001-03:002008-06-19T02:52:57.553-03:00Quando você amplia<br />meus íntimos espaços<br />e se acomoda,<br />- mas não tem sossego -<br />por dentro sorrio<br />e latejo...<br />Segura,<br />sigo seu compasso<br />e me ofereço:<br />tenho tudo quando,<br />sob seu (des)controle,<br />me deixo...<br /><br /><br /><object classid='clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000' codebase='http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=7,0,0,0' width='260' height='60' id='mp3tube' align='middle' border='0'><param name='movie' value='http://www.mp3tube.net/play.swf?id=cb4e07f249f8977002fd926d048c67af' /><param 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Lua,<br />treva de nanquim...<br /><br /><br /><object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=7,0,0,0" width="260" height="60" id="mp3tube" align="middle" border="0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.mp3tube.net/play.swf?id=8071701a019a986d8eb867791c815e1b" /><param name="quality" value="High" /><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="menu" value="false"><embed src="http://www.mp3tube.net/play.swf?id=8071701a019a986d8eb867791c815e1b" quality="High" width="260" height="60" name="mp3tube" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" menu="false"/></embed></object><br />Ella Fitzgerald - When A Woman Loves A Man<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' 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Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-22163719109543068432007-12-16T00:01:00.000-02:002007-12-25T03:21:24.421-02:00Quando a luz se apaga<br />(para nossa festa...)<br />minha chama se oferece<br />ao secreto pedido...<br />Num meio sorriso,<br />você sopra as velas<br />do barco do tempo<br />e, mar adentro,<br />me navega...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-2216371910954306843?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-18584044349129597932007-12-08T14:58:00.000-02:002007-12-25T03:22:44.350-02:00Na pista vazia,<br />sua mão me guia<br />pela tarde incomum...<br />Em movimentos circulares,<br />que levam a tantos lugares,<br />enquanto levam a lugar nenhum...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-1858404434912959793?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-58886152469138230912007-12-05T10:24:00.000-02:002007-12-25T03:22:13.808-02:00No tapete<br />colorido<br />de nossas roupas<br />largadas,<br />caminho<br />majestosamente<br />vestindo nada...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-5888615246913823091?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-53502334644239233942007-12-03T07:44:00.000-02:002007-12-06T04:44:21.886-02:00Na gaveta dos segredos,<br />que em certas noites visito,<br />guardo presente,<br />papel e<br />fita...<br />O cheiro da pétala seca,<br />qualquer pedaço de vela<br />perfumada,<br />colorida<br />e, derretida,<br />fico...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-5350233464423923394?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-776362342663534162007-11-23T17:27:00.000-02:002007-11-23T18:09:31.109-02:00Apenas a magia<br />do nosso segredo,<br />guardado sob numeradas chaves,<br />pode transmutar<br />a escassez das horas<br />em incontáveis eternidades...<br /><br /><br />* Flamenco Sketches - Miles Davis - Kind Of Blue<br />** Para quem sabe tirar toda a importância do tempo...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-77636234266353416?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-44853788920836137252007-11-06T15:00:00.000-02:002007-11-06T15:00:49.720-02:00A mão que contorna,<br />por dentro<br />e por fora,<br />a pele macia,<br />retarda a cura<br />da minha agonia,<br />enquanto vasculha,<br />como se dona,<br />a carne <span style="color:#ff0000;">rubra</span><span style="color:#000000;">,</span><br />mas não me sacia!...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-4485378892083613725?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-44841552290779803112007-11-05T14:25:00.000-02:002007-11-05T15:14:56.326-02:00Em branco,<br />estendo o corpo:<br />folha,<br />tela,<br />partitura,<br />lençol e<br />memória<br />à espera<br />da palavra,<br />do traço,<br />da nota em sol,<br />do suor<br />onde mora<br />a nossa <br />escusa <br />história...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-4484155229077980311?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-76692186715417546312007-10-29T10:55:00.001-02:002007-10-29T17:34:34.883-02:00Fora,<br />esqueça<br />o mapa<br />e o norte...<br />Dentro,<br />me decore...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-7669218671541754631?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-8537997961717304472007-10-15T14:29:00.000-02:002007-10-15T13:29:47.838-02:00Você adora quando,<br />nada santa,<br />me descomponho<br />e entre seus joelhos<br />o beijo profano<br />protejo<br />com o véu castanho<br />dos cabelos...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-853799796171730447?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-19592793344492160132007-10-04T12:34:00.000-03:002007-10-04T12:35:17.059-03:00Quando meu gemido se confunde<br />com sua língua <br />de paixão estrangeira,<br />minhas unhas vermelhas<br />arranham vírgulas<br />no H mudo da cabeceira...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-1959279334449216013?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-35330779745256148732007-09-06T17:47:00.000-03:002007-09-06T17:51:44.656-03:00Eu só quero <br />que você destrua<br />o delicado fio <br />do colar do tempo<br />guardado e sem uso<br />na sua caixa de dias<br />e me presenteie <br />com as horas avulsas...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-3533077974525614873?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-67907703477290754202007-08-31T18:29:00.000-03:002007-08-31T18:31:10.801-03:00Minha mão faz,<br />incerta,<br />o rascunho do desejo<br />na sua pele...<br />Apaga, corrige,<br />(des)concerta o movimento,<br />o desenho...<br />Refaz o traço,<br />alinha os pêlos,<br />inventa novas tramas<br />e eu me perco<br />no perfeito<br />círculo da cama...<br />Quando me falta argumento,<br />é nos olhos mais castanhos que conheço<br />onde leio, <br />sem receio,<br />o amor, desde o começo,<br />e me compreendo...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-6790770347729075420?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-70066012995376377522007-08-23T13:32:00.000-03:002007-08-23T13:34:41.627-03:00Parte de mim <br />é forma<br />que se molda <br />e transpira...<br />Parte de ti <br />é cor,<br />que corta a minha retina,<br />(mas me ilumina!)...<br />Juntos, somos a linha<br />que tangencia a mentira,<br />enquanto esboça o amor...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-7006601299537637752?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-51988769934002160502007-08-12T19:14:00.000-03:002007-08-12T19:18:03.351-03:00No quarto,<br />sem a fumaça<br />dançarina do seu cigarro,<br />respiro o fato:<br />o ar puro da sua ausência<br />me mata...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-5198876993400216050?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-85225544953342683902007-08-07T01:24:00.000-03:002007-08-07T02:29:59.179-03:00Não há distância<br />nem tempo,<br />quando, longe,<br />sinto você<br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#000000;">dentro</span>...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-8522554495334268390?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-38240541056539665122007-08-03T15:24:00.000-03:002007-08-03T15:31:39.415-03:00O sol já venceu o néon,<br />quando a dança termina<br />com beijos<br />sem batom...<br />...mas, ardentes e doloridos,<br />- como só últimos acordes são -<br />nossos olhos fechados<br />ainda tentam reter<br />a escuridão...<br /><br />*Dancing In The Dark - Cannonball Adderley<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-3824054105653966512?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-23909949897320723942007-07-26T04:05:00.000-03:002007-07-26T04:06:56.494-03:00Você, agulha,<br />fura minha defesa<br />e me costura<br />com o fio multicor<br />da luxúria...<br />Estendo o sonho<br />tecido no escuro,<br />revelando a trama<br />e a textura...<br />Rasgo o pudor<br />quando você me chama<br />e abro o corpo,<br />apaixonada e sua,<br />no bastidor da cama...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-2390994989732072394?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-65618324928290297402007-07-24T07:37:00.000-03:002007-07-24T19:39:47.094-03:00Sua mão,<br />indecente e travessa,<br />atravessa o limite<br />da seda...<br />O tecido escorrega,<br />não cobre, nem mostra,<br />apenas permite<br />a entrega...<br />Intensa é a pressa<br />e devassa me acho,<br />se você me devassa,<br />seminua e descalça...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-6561832492829029740?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-19630789348942496882007-07-22T10:21:00.000-03:002007-07-23T08:45:24.484-03:00Quem me ama<br />não traz buquê,<br />nem flor...<br />Entre os dedos,<br />quem sabe o aroma,<br />talvez a pétala<br />em violeta <em>dégradé</em>...<br />Quem eu amo<br />não imagina o valor<br />de esquecer o ramo<br />e me cobrir de cor...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-1963078934894249688?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-77914554487904396422007-07-15T03:51:00.000-03:002007-07-15T04:22:06.641-03:00Quando me toco,<br />depois de horas,<br />meu corpo ainda chora<br />na palma macia<br />a íntima lágrima<br />- doce e viscosa -<br />da nossa alegria...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-7791455448790439642?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9584840.post-71872263690652997832007-06-30T02:54:00.000-03:002007-06-30T02:54:58.100-03:00Perdida,<br />imagino o destino<br />do carinho peregrino...<br />Onde termina<br />o volátil caminho<br />(úmida linha)<br />da sua língua<br />na pele minha...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9584840-7187226369065299783?l=pensamentoepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maria Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08109031305908230886noreply@blogger.com2