tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-312953572009-06-26T16:34:14.145-03:00Abrigo caos preguiça nestes cômodos vazios e no quintal aberto amplio outro deserto de areia movediça: cemitério de navios...Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.comBlogger200125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-34311345886673713282008-06-01T10:35:00.006-03:002008-07-20T14:52:44.974-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/SEKluoht7rI/AAAAAAAAALY/vrg6BfJtRMo/s1600-h/Nova%2BImagem.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/SEKluoht7rI/AAAAAAAAALY/vrg6BfJtRMo/s200/Nova%2BImagem.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206906339765120690" /></a><br /><br />"Mudei"<br /><strong>AGORA <br />estou <br />postando </strong><br /><br /><a href="http://cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com/"><strong>: aqui</strong></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-3431134588667371328?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com'/></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-22349837734667553592008-06-01T10:30:00.003-03:002008-06-01T10:43:28.480-03:00deito aqui<br />os ossos<br />sem alma<br />e memória<br />: restos<br />apenas<br /><br />de tudo<br />aquilo que<br />até ontem<br />eu era<br />- não sou<br />mais<br /><br />: navio<br />e tripulação<br />(de amores)<br /><br />- fantasmas.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-2234983773466755359?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com'/></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-11923168729980283532008-05-30T09:46:00.004-03:002008-05-30T09:52:09.123-03:00Eu vou<br />deixar<br />você molhada<br /><br />Eu vou<br />deixar<br />você Eu vôo<br /><br />: ainda<br />mais<br />alto<br />e longe<br />e dentro aqui<br />na palma<br /><br />da <br />minha mão.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-1192316872998028353?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com'/></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-42602692209838927342008-05-29T10:40:00.000-03:002008-05-29T10:41:40.413-03:00hoje<br />não<br />vou<br />c<br />h<br />o<br />v<br />e<br />r<br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-4260269220983892734?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com'/></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-7228356667726409712008-05-28T10:08:00.005-03:002008-05-28T11:03:02.085-03:00sou mesmo dono do meu Sonho <br />e da Noite acima do Azul <br />onde chamo as Estrelas todas <br />pelo Nome que só eu sei <br />Tudo aqui é tão meu tão nosso <br />na Verdade e no Mistério <br />de cada Um - por isso Hoje <br />decidi amanhecer Passarinhos <br />cantando o Sol a Chuva o Vento <br />o Chão enfim o próprio Sonho <br />que me sonha também.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-722835666772640971?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com'/></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-64347196204757200942008-05-27T09:52:00.002-03:002008-05-27T09:57:50.289-03:00o meu Sonho<br />não tem mais<br />- dentro<br />não tem mais<br />- fora<br /><br />o meu Sonho<br />( de Amor -<br />talvez )<br />não é mais<br />Sonho<br /><br />é <br />lugar nenhum <br />terra <br />de ninguém<br /><br />: está<br />todo revirado<br />por dentro<br />e por fora.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-6434719620475720094?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com'/></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-35891480973611503922008-05-26T10:09:00.003-03:002008-05-26T10:15:27.497-03:00mergulho<br />de <br />cabeça<br />no <br />seu Silêncio<br /><br />: o seu <br />Silêncio<br />é minha luva.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-3589148097361150392?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com'/></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-6946667599256399952008-05-25T10:12:00.001-03:002008-05-25T10:13:58.267-03:00eu sou<br />mais<br />frágil<br />aqui<br /><br />onde<br />amarro<br />meu <br />jegue.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-694666759925639995?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com'/></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-40259392022914708832008-05-24T09:59:00.000-03:002008-05-24T10:00:04.603-03:00a Luz <br />das <br />suas <br />iniciais<br /> <br />já não<br />me <br />acende<br />mais.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-4025939202291470883?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com'/></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-34739743381040976162008-05-23T09:59:00.001-03:002008-05-23T09:59:42.105-03:00chego<br />a pé<br />: mãos <br />vazias<br /> <br />ofereço<br />algo<br />que <br />você<br /> <br />ainda<br />não<br />sabe<br />o que é<br /> <br />talvez<br />mereça.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-3473974338104097616?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com'/></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-33142508496118949032008-05-22T09:55:00.013-03:002008-05-23T09:59:10.510-03:00Troquei tudo<br />pela Escrita<br />( eu sempre <br />fui trocado por menos )<br />e hoje<br />não tenho nada<br />- nada mesmo -<br />: nem amor<br />nem poema que presta<br /><br />- mas ainda <br />acredito na Vida<br />sei que o Amor existe<br />e que a Poesia <br />tá bem.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-3314250849611894903?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com'/></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-45435629922959504582008-05-21T10:07:00.005-03:002008-06-04T19:12:07.153-03:00hoje quero bocas<br />todas as bocas<br />unhas e dentes...<br />(depois escrevo asas<br />e vôo...)<br /><br />: decore minha alma<br />devore meu corpo<br /><br />que hoje<br />só hoje<br />( e sempre )<br />o poema é minha alma<br /><br />eu <br />sou a carne do poema.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-4543562992295950458?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com'/></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-64921501601631017832008-05-21T09:58:00.003-03:002008-05-21T11:48:40.417-03:00<em>( Pra : Dora, Shi e Loba )</em><br /><br />tenho um silêncio<br />pra te mostrar<br />( no espelho )<br /><br />- quando o Sonho <br />amanhecer...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-6492150160163101783?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com'/></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-17802649623588447882008-05-20T10:06:00.003-03:002008-05-21T10:24:30.884-03:00eu tenho um Sonho<br />pra te mostrar<br />( no espelho )<br /><br />quando o Silêncio<br />amanhecer...<br /><br />***<br /><br /><strong>POETANDO JUNTO:</strong><br /><br />quero o Sonho<br />(ou apenas <br />sonhos)<br />amadurecendo<br />o instante<br /><br />: se de gritos<br />ou de silêncios<br />tanto faz<br /><br />- importa <br />que sejam nossas<br />(todas)<br />as manhãs<br /><br /><strong>Loba</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-1780264962358844788?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com'/></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-14049986357679106472008-05-20T09:57:00.005-03:002008-05-20T11:37:52.825-03:00corto as <br />asas <br />de tudo que <br /><br />inte rompe<br />meu vôo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-1404998635767910647?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com'/></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-11442124214519275872008-05-19T09:54:00.002-03:002008-05-19T09:55:45.797-03:00hoje é <br />meu aniversário<br />quero<br />um Silêncio<br />feroz<br />maior<br /><br />que este<br />( balança o rabo<br />ainda<br />mas ) não late<br />nem<br />me morde.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-1144212421451927587?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com'/></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-43136364368636538962008-05-18T10:08:00.001-03:002008-05-18T10:08:58.900-03:00perda <br />sobre<br />perda<br />todo feito<br />de silêncios<br /> <br />não dá pra <br />ficar em cima<br /> <br />o muro<br />é alto demais<br />e apaga<br />o outro <br />lado.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-4313636436863653896?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com'/></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-44130849666483677292008-05-17T09:57:00.002-03:002008-05-17T10:01:36.094-03:00no momento<br />estou só<br />carente<br />confuso<br />desprotegido<br />quebradiço<br /><br />: quase <br />agora<br />eu tinha chão<br />aqui<br /><br />onde acaricio<br />com a planta<br />dos pés<br /><br />o <br />teto do abismo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-4413084966648367729?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com'/></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-1125018310779145152008-05-16T10:12:00.004-03:002008-05-16T10:28:41.551-03:00quando nasci <br />ganhei <br />um Norte<br />um Sul<br />um Leste<br />um Oeste<br /><br />mais tarde <br />percebi<br />que <br />havia um muro<br /><br />construído <br />em mim.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-112501831077914515?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com'/></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-67504451330192899772008-05-15T10:13:00.003-03:002008-05-15T23:57:39.375-03:00o<br />radio<br />que/<br />brado<br />em<br />silêncio<br /><br />em <br />silêncio<br />o <br />silêncio<br />de <br />algo<br /><br />que<br />jamais<br />existiu.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-6750445133019289977?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com'/></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-51473046381081998022008-05-14T09:47:00.001-03:002008-05-14T09:49:18.836-03:00<em>( plano A, plano B e plano C )</em><br /><br />se você<br />não voltar <br />agora<br />- eu paro <br />de respirar<br /><br />se você <br />não voltar <br />logo<br />- eu paro <br />de te esperar<br /><br />se você<br />não voltar <br />algum dia<br />- eu prefiro <br /><br />que <br />você não volte.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-5147304638108199802?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com'/></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-86474702994632104692008-05-13T09:59:00.006-03:002008-06-07T11:01:24.150-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/SCmQ0WYwgrI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6FvPrrnPfZo/s1600-h/wilson+guanais+4.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/SCmQ0WYwgrI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6FvPrrnPfZo/s320/wilson+guanais+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199846473812968114" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><em>( miseráveis mesmo )</em><br /><br /><br />Eu hoje estou assim:<br />- "Com muito sal ainda<br />Por sobre a ferida".<br /><br />Que peninha de mim...<br />- Socorro Inspiração!<br /><br />Dói tanto esse chavão.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-8647470299463210469?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com'/></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-19564259280559648652008-05-12T10:39:00.005-03:002008-05-12T10:50:32.534-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/SChI4WYwgqI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/gQqEh3-1RJo/s1600-h/wilson+guanais+3.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/SChI4WYwgqI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/gQqEh3-1RJo/s320/wilson+guanais+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199485902718534306" /></a><br /><br /><em>( depois de ler este <a href="http://lobamulher.blogspot.com/2008/05/e-por-falar-em-amor.html">aqui</a> )</em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />tudo<br />que ganho<br />me ganha<br />também<br /><br />tudo <br />que perco<br />me perde<br />também<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-1956425928055964865?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com'/></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-21271724267194256192008-05-11T10:14:00.004-03:002008-05-11T10:19:22.942-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/SCbxjmYwgpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/jW3YfPi0X8c/s1600-h/wilson+guanais+2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/SCbxjmYwgpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/jW3YfPi0X8c/s320/wilson+guanais+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199108413747921554" /></a><br /><br /><em><br />( À quem me perguntou o motivo )</em><br /><br /><br /><br />sempre <br />assim<br />encostado<br />na parede<br /><br />só<br />porque ela<br />existe<br />e eu não.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-2127172426719425619?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com'/></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295357.post-737752461638404212008-05-10T09:58:00.001-03:002008-05-10T10:01:19.724-03:00de tanto<br />cuidar<br />de <br />você<br /><br />esqueci<br />de <br />cuidar<br />doeu<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295357-73775246163840421?l=cemiteriodenavios.blogspot.com'/></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1