tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15888962802125355392012-01-27T17:57:27.346-08:00Abrigo 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.comBlogger1341100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-66559354902274499922011-11-26T12:51:00.000-08:002011-11-26T12:52:36.856-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uTN92gIMvgI/TtFRfC_xKVI/AAAAAAAABwY/4P86_ZFqXqo/s1600/Foto-0002TAA.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uTN92gIMvgI/TtFRfC_xKVI/AAAAAAAABwY/4P86_ZFqXqo/s320/Foto-0002TAA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679410198913034578" /></a><br /><br /><strong>Wilson Guanais</strong><br /><br />foto digital<br />combinação de filtros<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-6655935490227449992?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-5725706491661628432011-10-07T08:28:00.000-07:002011-10-07T08:29:15.168-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_S7qme4ZwI/To8asxEGMdI/AAAAAAAABnk/83BkT_cZqX4/s1600/Ana4DA.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_S7qme4ZwI/To8asxEGMdI/AAAAAAAABnk/83BkT_cZqX4/s320/Ana4DA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660772613015089618" /></a><br /><br /><strong>Wilson Guanais</strong> <br /><br />foto digital <br />combinação de filtros<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-1343710510599646098?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-91072360322400840242011-09-17T08:18:00.001-07:002011-09-17T08:18:32.504-07:00quase dentro da televisão<br />assim plantados<br />em confortáveis poltronas <br />ou não<br /><br />todo vegetal sem distinção<br />recebe pelos anzóis<br />a mesma dose de adubo <br />nos olhos<br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-9107236032240084024?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-75324064377356525302011-09-17T08:12:00.001-07:002011-09-17T08:12:32.985-07:00eu vi<br />uma janela <br />acesa<br />iluminando<br />o ambiente<br /><br />vi homens<br />vi mulheres<br />brigando<br />pelo<br />controle<br /><br />também vi<br />crianças<br />se jogavam<br />de cima<br />das pernas<br /><br />e no final<br />todos rindo<br />ou chorando<br />como idiotas<br />que eram<br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-7532406437735652530?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-16497554510971057592011-09-14T07:54:00.000-07:002011-09-14T08:14:02.827-07:00não pode varrer<br />suas fraldas sujas<br />pra debaixo <br />do tapete não neném<br /><br />é como se fosse<br />uma goiaba madura<br />nosso planetinha<br />dentro de uma bexiga<br /><br />uma goiaba madura<br />com bichos<br />muitos bichos e nós<br /><br />dentro de uma bexiga<br />com um furo <br />na camada de ozónio<br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-1649755451097105759?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-58912751783442802732011-06-21T13:07:00.000-07:002011-09-12T08:18:14.337-07:00vasto <br />vastíssimo o silêncio<br />é pedra de afiar poemas<br /><br />: meus olhos <br />de abraçar o impossível<br />com os braços.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />este blog (des)continua aqui: <a href="http://wguanais.blogspot.com">Velho sentimento novo</a><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-5891275178344280273?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-27919833121183403772011-06-12T08:59:00.001-07:002011-06-12T09:06:21.251-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jRGcyIkOUvA/TfTjSlq985I/AAAAAAAABfI/s5FesGACYk4/s1600/Capa.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jRGcyIkOUvA/TfTjSlq985I/AAAAAAAABfI/s5FesGACYk4/s320/Capa.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617364543727334290" /></a><br /><br /><strong>Os autores:</strong><br /><br />Edinara Leão<br />Cynthia Lopes<br />Eunice Arruda<br />Rogério Pimentel<br />CecíLia Cassal<br />Pedro Du Bois<br />Euza Noronha<br />Cairo Trindade<br />Dora Vilela<br />Wilson Gorj<br />Tonho França<br />Wilson Guanais<br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-2791983312118340377?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-71223058729845231652011-05-29T09:33:00.000-07:002011-05-29T09:34:44.791-07:00meus<br />braços<br />abertos<br /><br />como<br />um<br />sorriso<br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-7122305872984523165?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-62701057488523989582011-05-14T12:43:00.000-07:002011-05-14T12:44:57.084-07:00os olhos<br />não <br />sangram<br />mais<br /><br />(nem<br />menos)<br /><br />a <br />paisagem<br /><br />cicatrizou<br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-6270105748852398958?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-7406820174876998432011-05-08T09:22:00.000-07:002011-05-08T09:26:39.230-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SVGMZhy7kYU/TcbDqawgIwI/AAAAAAAABe8/Jebmh10wOrI/s1600/Leia.aGA.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SVGMZhy7kYU/TcbDqawgIwI/AAAAAAAABe8/Jebmh10wOrI/s320/Leia.aGA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604381919813837570" /></a><br /><br /><strong>wilson guanais<br />& Léia</strong><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-740682017487699843?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-53939914994597050592011-05-08T09:16:00.000-07:002011-05-08T09:18:47.623-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kV9IqTQvk7Y/TcbB_il63cI/AAAAAAAABe0/T1QaDEnSC38/s1600/Olhos%2Be%2BbocasAna.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kV9IqTQvk7Y/TcbB_il63cI/AAAAAAAABe0/T1QaDEnSC38/s320/Olhos%2Be%2BbocasAna.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604380083670932930" /></a><br /><br /><strong>Wilson Guanais</strong><br /><br />foto digital <br />combinação de filtros<br /><br />veja mais aqui: <a href="http://fotoguanais.blogspot.com">Foto digital</a><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-5393991499459705059?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-3146745839238851262011-05-08T07:01:00.000-07:002011-05-08T07:04:42.526-07:00você sou eu<br />eu sou você<br />somos <br />assim<br /><br />: nosso <br />castelo<br />reconstruído<br /><br />pele<br />sobre pele<br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-314674583923885126?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-3976764269580536522011-05-02T13:23:00.000-07:002011-05-02T13:26:52.168-07:00o teto<br />do sonho<br />feriu<br />meus joelhos<br /><br />: não sabiam<br />onde <br />doer<br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-397676426958053652?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-30213560144395092092011-04-24T09:14:00.000-07:002011-04-24T09:16:04.749-07:00acolhido<br />ou não<br />pela<br />espécie<br /><br />eu<br />existo<br />e sou<br /><br />no mínimo<br />todos<br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-3021356014439509209?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-81705633740637283182011-04-16T12:39:00.000-07:002011-04-16T12:43:05.164-07:00cai<br />em meu abismo<br />com as estrelas<br />todas<br />acesas na pele<br /><br />densa <br />de Mistérios tantos<br />cai<br /><br />como um céu<br />no cio<br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-8170563374063728318?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-8930344275031639402011-04-16T12:29:00.000-07:002011-04-16T12:45:07.770-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vCDbGITDYIw/TanuRJaIUdI/AAAAAAAABVE/amh6GK0guRU/s1600/Foto1569AAV.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vCDbGITDYIw/TanuRJaIUdI/AAAAAAAABVE/amh6GK0guRU/s320/Foto1569AAV.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596265990335254994" /></a><br /><br /><strong>Wilson Guanais</strong><br /><br />foto digital <br />combinação de filtros<br /><br />veja mais aqui: <a href="http://fotoguanais.blogspot.com">Foto digital</a><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-893034427503163940?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-25952715533811920912011-04-14T12:55:00.000-07:002011-04-16T12:10:03.558-07:00depois<br />da queda<br />um <br />corpo<br />engessa<br /><br />a <br />memória<br />do <br />anjo<br /><br />fraturada<br /><br /><br />***<br /><br /><strong>POETANDO JUNTO:</strong><br /><br />Loba<br /><br /><br />nem sempre<br />a memória <br />da queda<br />engessa <br />o paladar<br /><br />papos de anjo <br />ainda <br />enfeita<br />a dor<br />das fraturas<br /><br />do coração<br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-2595271553381192091?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-88076631941581104902011-02-23T08:03:00.000-08:002011-02-23T08:07:31.396-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dy1ZacGrV08/TWUwAQjO9eI/AAAAAAAABN8/5bW-8055hQg/s1600/wilson.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dy1ZacGrV08/TWUwAQjO9eI/AAAAAAAABN8/5bW-8055hQg/s320/wilson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576916494569108962" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-8807663194158110490?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-2387871317342235312011-01-31T04:22:00.000-08:002011-01-31T04:24:24.906-08:00a noite<br />é um gato aceso<br />no escuro<br /><br />no escuro<br />todos os gatos são<br />o que são<br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-238787131734223531?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-42840207773187969942011-01-10T06:00:00.000-08:002011-01-10T06:14:43.380-08:00- papai<br />- papai<br />correu gritando lá do quarto <br /><br />- sonhei <br />que quando eu era adulto eu era grande<br /><br />depois de um longo silêncio<br />enquanto eles se olhavam profundamente...<br />(de um jeito que só <br />pais e filhos conseguem)<br />concluiu:<br /><br />- grande mesmo<br />maior que meu outro pai<br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-4284020777318796994?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-68617017359216989952011-01-10T05:53:00.000-08:002011-01-10T05:55:18.590-08:00ante sala talvez<br />de alguma impossível<br />tempestade :<br /><br />cemitério de navios<br />em copo d'água<br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-6861701735921698995?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-88170206603485506392011-01-03T04:49:00.000-08:002011-01-03T04:56:31.440-08:00Você <br />eu<br />as crianças<br /><br />o gato<br />o cachorro<br /><br />seis <br />corações<br />pulsando<br /><br />na <br />velocidade<br />do sonho<br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-8817020660348550639?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-81729118747832926922010-12-30T04:33:00.000-08:002011-01-03T04:49:38.860-08:00a gente<br />faz Amor<br />bem <br />alto<br /><br />e <br />ninguém<br />acorda:<br /><br />a noite<br />é surda<br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-8172911874783292692?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-544852427786813472010-12-27T04:21:00.000-08:002010-12-27T04:24:43.366-08:00uma criança<br />queimada de sol<br />e sua pipa<br />colorida<br />de mistério:<br /><br />a ponte<br />que separa<br />os dois mundos<br />é tão frágil - <br />mas afiada<br /><br />com finos cacos<br />de vida<br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-54485242778681347?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-70411508180878441432010-12-23T06:56:00.000-08:002010-12-30T04:33:31.798-08:00tem sempre<br />um poema que dói<br />mais que os outros<br /><br />: rói minhas unhas<br />( até a alma )<br />engole os anéis<br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-7041150818087844143?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-58876252189789921152010-12-23T06:53:00.000-08:002010-12-23T06:55:29.042-08:00todo<br />cachorro <br />morto <br />que <br />aparece<br /><br />não <br />desaparece<br /><br />eu <br />enterro<br />no <br />quintal<br /><br />do <br />vizinho<br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-5887625218978992115?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-64631715655747824772010-12-18T09:07:00.000-08:002010-12-18T09:15:26.179-08:00seu nome <br />Poeta <br />ainda que <br />o celebrem<br /><br />será sempre <br />essa pedra tosca<br /><br />: depois <br />ninguém <br />te ensina<br />ordenhar<br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-6463171565574782477?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-45068586262907862010-12-17T06:52:00.000-08:002010-12-17T06:54:47.143-08:00não escrevo<br />muito<br />não escrevo<br />pouco<br />só escrevo <br />quando<br /><br />a realidade<br />acorda<br />pra sonhar<br />e me deixa<br />assim<br />sem saber<br /><br />o que é<br />muito<br />o que é <br />pouco<br />o que é <br />quando<br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-4506858626290786?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-88627904994889509202010-12-11T08:17:00.000-08:002010-12-11T08:19:51.439-08:00sobre a mesa<br />dois silêncios <br /><br />se completam<br />incomunicáveis<br /><br />: o vaso<br />e sua sombra<br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-8862790499488950920?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-75246872976693414302010-11-27T05:34:00.000-08:002010-11-27T05:39:23.816-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/TPEJQ2JEyTI/AAAAAAAAA6g/hIn4dPvXuwc/s1600/Scan11272010_112629.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/TPEJQ2JEyTI/AAAAAAAAA6g/hIn4dPvXuwc/s320/Scan11272010_112629.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544222801285925170" /></a><br /><br /><strong>wilson guanais</strong><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-7524687297669341430?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-73134270766471210112010-11-22T08:29:00.001-08:002010-11-22T08:30:37.849-08:00meia<br />volta<br />em torno<br />de nada<br /><br />tropeço<br />em<br />algo<br /><br />derrubo<br />tudo<br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-7313427076647121011?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-25263864768955819002010-11-21T05:24:00.000-08:002010-11-22T08:28:20.360-08:00tropeço<br />no claro<br />tropeço<br />no escuro<br /><br />os olhos<br />são <br />meus<br /><br />dois <br />obstáculos<br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-2526386476895581900?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-40931711164611937622010-11-13T10:01:00.001-08:002010-11-13T10:01:36.168-08:00minha pele<br />nossas peles<br />formam um só<br />desabrigo <br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-4093171116461193762?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-29265907530886137292010-11-04T06:21:00.000-07:002010-11-04T06:51:33.937-07:00Sou <br />para o bem <br />ou para o mal <br />dono <br />do meu próprio <br />nariz<br /><br />e agora <br />eu sei <br />o irremediável <br />cheiro<br />dessa merda <br />toda.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-2926590753088613729?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-59693299101930505912010-11-03T13:25:00.000-07:002010-11-03T13:27:49.754-07:00no topo<br />da montanha<br />o alpinista<br /><br />é o topo<br />da montanha<br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-5969329910193050591?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-76643886408581080832010-11-03T13:22:00.000-07:002010-11-03T13:25:12.865-07:00grama umida<br />uma formiga<br />quase nada.<br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-7664388640858108083?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-92179001828809404702010-10-29T13:01:00.000-07:002010-10-29T13:02:45.190-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/TMsoQQpXe6I/AAAAAAAAAz0/ivoxWLHtnYs/s1600/lucio%26wilson.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/TMsoQQpXe6I/AAAAAAAAAz0/ivoxWLHtnYs/s320/lucio%26wilson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533560826966277026" /></a><br /><br />Técnica mista: <br /><strong>Lucio Guanais & Wilson Guanais </strong><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-9217900182880940470?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-47944339932999297962010-10-27T09:26:00.000-07:002010-10-27T09:30:18.706-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/TMhS4wtKZXI/AAAAAAAAAyc/BZtl_Rw8s3A/s1600/casaGuanais.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/TMhS4wtKZXI/AAAAAAAAAyc/BZtl_Rw8s3A/s320/casaGuanais.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532763277325133170" /></a><br /><br />Técnica mista:<br /><strong>Lucio Guanais & Wilson Guanais </strong><br /><br />veja mais aqui: <a href="http://luciopintor.blogspot.com">Meus Primeiros Traços</a><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-4794433993299929796?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-27706395664521656832010-09-09T12:39:00.000-07:002010-09-14T12:55:52.118-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/TIk4Osx9YcI/AAAAAAAAAdo/pokIHK7LZ4I/s1600/guanais.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/TIk4Osx9YcI/AAAAAAAAAdo/pokIHK7LZ4I/s320/guanais.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515001043881910722" /></a><br /><br />Foto digital: <strong>Wilson Guanais</strong><br /><br />veja mais aqui: <a href="http://fotoguanais.blogspot.com">Foto digital</a><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-2770639566452165683?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-20118220293561424712010-08-25T12:54:00.000-07:002010-08-25T12:58:27.263-07:00uma fagulha<br />acendeu<br />a cauda<br />do aquário <br /><br />alguns peixes<br />saltaram<br />do escuro<br />para o escuro<br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-2011822029356142471?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-61926285039676263012010-08-15T12:23:00.000-07:002010-08-15T12:30:30.371-07:00este coração torto<br />enraizado até o caroço<br />no magma do instante<br />é a única asa que tenho<br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-6192628503967626301?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-80870595405618170942010-08-14T12:02:00.000-07:002010-08-14T12:10:08.420-07:00em pleno<br />voo<br />um pássaro<br />é alvejado<br /><br />sua queda<br />destempera<br />o aço<br />do abismo<br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-8087059540561817094?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-12195463036408507772010-08-13T06:54:00.000-07:002010-08-13T06:59:50.614-07:00os olhos<br />da casa são<br /><br />(também)<br /><br />a <br />assombração<br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-1219546303640850777?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-79941787134781869302010-08-02T12:22:00.000-07:002010-08-02T12:33:46.521-07:00aperte Amor<br />minha Alma<br />na sua Alma<br /><br />a Eternidade<br />é toda feita<br />de Abraços<br /><br />- só por isso <br />dizem que <br />o Tempo para<br /><br />e é verdade<br />quando parar<br />a gente desce<br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-7994178713478186930?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-62880566071978682142010-06-07T11:44:00.000-07:002010-06-07T12:00:12.605-07:00quando o silêncio das horas tardias<br />sussurrar baixinho ao meu coração<br /><br />( ainda que por sobre os canteiros<br />nos arredores nem sequer uma <br />única pétala trêmula se movimente )<br /><br />vou pensar que é a brisa <br />que vem do passado trazendo o som <br />afagante da voz doce que algum dia <br />me disse: - te amo... te quero...<br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-6288056607197868214?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-62913965523061995292010-05-12T06:47:00.000-07:002010-05-12T06:55:01.963-07:00eu também<br />não sei <br />voar<br /><br />só <br />estou <br />sacudindo<br />as <br />Asas<br /><br />: porque <br />Elas <br />existem.<br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-6291396552306199529?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-90567779650055958282010-02-02T05:49:00.000-08:002010-02-27T11:48:46.564-08:00vamos ficar <br />assim <br />um instante <br />agarradinhos <br />acolhidos <br />um no outro <br /><br />enquanto <br />o tempo <br />nos devora <br /><br />nosso Amor <br />alimenta Deus<br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-9056777965005595828?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-39674365820839752792010-02-02T05:47:00.000-08:002010-02-02T05:49:39.107-08:00na pressa<br />ninguém para<br />no farol<br /><br />pra ver <br />o malabarista<br /><br />: foi <br />atropelado<br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-3967436582083975279?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-2476573159196843722010-01-25T11:11:00.001-08:002010-01-25T11:11:33.095-08:00O fogo dos mísseis<br />único brilho <br />nos olhos fechados <br />de deus<br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-247657315919684372?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com39tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-13234728710549104472010-01-24T10:24:00.000-08:002010-01-24T10:25:52.803-08:00Amar é:<br />querer toda noite <br />depois do banho<br /><br />enxugar meu corpo<br />no perfume <br />da sua toalha<br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-1323472871054910447?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-12379907981205509982010-01-24T10:21:00.000-08:002010-01-24T10:23:17.645-08:00tanta estrela<br />tanto sol<br />tanta lua <br />tanto planeta<br />tanto tanto<br /><br />tudo poeira<br />no telhado<br />da nossa casa<br />incrustada<br />no escuro<br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-1237990798120550998?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-84600921941581360602010-01-24T10:15:00.000-08:002010-01-24T10:20:16.594-08:00Aqui do alto <br />do seu abraço Ana <br />posso ver o silêncio do mundo <br />atravessando os Poemas <br />como se eles não existissem <br /><br />: e isso dói muito ainda <br />mas já não mata nem fortalece<br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-8460092194158136060?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-90030381077356903432010-01-21T07:01:00.000-08:002010-01-24T10:14:50.548-08:00Foi quando cai na real <br />percebi que não sentia as pernas <br />(as suas) <br /><br />naquela que seria nossa viagem <br />sem fim <br /><br />- só as minhas <br />a esmo desinventando os caminhos <br />: já não sabiam mais voar<br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-9003038107735690343?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-11494547921085340312010-01-17T07:02:00.000-08:002010-01-21T07:09:53.731-08:00o vento <br />passa<br />a flor balança<br />acolhida<br />em suas cores<br /><br />o vento <br />para<br />a flor continua<br />:fixa<br />no movimento<br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-1149454792108534031?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-2242015568326324482010-01-04T05:41:00.000-08:002010-01-04T05:45:40.044-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/S0HwjPqT5dI/AAAAAAAAAZs/JfyM_5_fpiA/s1600-h/img007.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/S0HwjPqT5dI/AAAAAAAAAZs/JfyM_5_fpiA/s320/img007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422879914620872146" /></a><br /><br /><strong>Wilson Guanais</strong><br /><br />Exercício com guaxe sobre papel<br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-224201556832632448?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-77905602941064415782009-12-27T12:25:00.000-08:002010-01-04T06:10:42.529-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/SzfDjVdZ6qI/AAAAAAAAAZU/i4XhTUswocY/s1600-h/img004.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/SzfDjVdZ6qI/AAAAAAAAAZU/i4XhTUswocY/s320/img004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420015688386996898" /></a><br /><br />25/12/2009<br /><strong>Wilson Guanais</strong><br /><br /><strong>pra Ana</strong><br /><br /><br />Exercício com guaxe sobre papel<br /><br /><br />###<br /><br /><br /><strong>Descrição:</strong><br /><br />Pintura a dedo<br />flôr-escultura<br />talhada no aço<br />do instante<br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-7790560294106441578?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-27472652004028864262009-12-27T11:37:00.000-08:002009-12-27T11:44:57.689-08:00da Primavera<br />que virá<br />colho<br />Flôres reais<br />(per)feitas<br />num<br /><br />Tempo onde<br />tudo (pode<br />acontecer)<br />está<br />acontecendo<br />Agora...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-2747265200402886426?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-47529320982815410522009-12-20T08:47:00.000-08:002009-12-20T08:59:05.916-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/Sy5XY1ZSeSI/AAAAAAAAAY8/oD0g8KMuy9c/s1600-h/lucio.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/Sy5XY1ZSeSI/AAAAAAAAAY8/oD0g8KMuy9c/s320/lucio.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417363485934909730" /></a><br /><br /><strong>Wilson Guanais</strong><br /><br />Exercício com guaxe sobre papel<br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-4752932098281541052?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-80004276728468081092009-12-12T09:08:00.000-08:002009-12-12T09:10:48.564-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/SyPOKj2UMAI/AAAAAAAAAY0/K1x5b--KVV4/s1600-h/img014.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/SyPOKj2UMAI/AAAAAAAAAY0/K1x5b--KVV4/s320/img014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414397857846538242" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-8000427672846808109?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-77216659027076001062009-12-12T08:56:00.000-08:002009-12-12T09:05:48.252-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/SyPNDTRddVI/AAAAAAAAAYs/1Po96BbePb0/s1600-h/img015.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/SyPNDTRddVI/AAAAAAAAAYs/1Po96BbePb0/s320/img015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414396633626277202" /></a><br /><br /><strong>Wilson e Ana Guanais</strong><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-7721665902707600106?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-42920333929488550752009-12-10T12:08:00.000-08:002009-12-10T12:15:52.443-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/SyFVyid6MrI/AAAAAAAAAYk/KDe6yaQgVdE/s1600-h/img012.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/SyFVyid6MrI/AAAAAAAAAYk/KDe6yaQgVdE/s320/img012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413702553810121394" /></a><br /><br /><strong>wilson guanais</strong><br /><br />Exercício com guaxe sobre papel<br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-4292033392948855075?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-54466132422653275052009-12-09T10:26:00.000-08:002009-12-09T10:53:02.816-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/Sx_xocOwjlI/AAAAAAAAAYc/_gzkrpasgkc/s1600-h/img009.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/Sx_xocOwjlI/AAAAAAAAAYc/_gzkrpasgkc/s320/img009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413310954197782098" /></a><br /><br /><strong>wilson guanais</strong><br /><br />Exercício com guaxe sobre papel<br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-5446613242265327505?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-84810226711692098712009-12-09T10:03:00.000-08:002009-12-09T10:11:02.742-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/Sx_meOfOonI/AAAAAAAAAYU/PifKK-KL0WM/s1600-h/wilson+guanais.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/Sx_meOfOonI/AAAAAAAAAYU/PifKK-KL0WM/s320/wilson+guanais.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413298684082168434" /></a><br /><br /><strong>wilson guanais</strong><br /><br />Exercício com guaxe sobre papel<br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-8481022671169209871?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-14261460003689539682009-10-12T11:25:00.001-07:002009-10-12T11:37:20.592-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/StN00hRyiOI/AAAAAAAAAUE/NVVO2cr5Teo/s1600-h/loba.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/StN00hRyiOI/AAAAAAAAAUE/NVVO2cr5Teo/s320/loba.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391781624527620322" /></a><br /><br />Sobre o livro aqui: <a href="http://eu-euza.blogspot.com/2009/09/sentidos-gozosos.html">Sentidos Gozosos</a><br /><br />Veja mais aqui: <a href="http://eu-euza.blogspot.com/">Café...</a><br /><br />.<br />..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-1426146000368953968?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-90906125520805728792009-09-28T13:23:00.000-07:002009-09-28T13:29:17.484-07:00súbito <br />caracol<br />do <br />avesso<br /><br />me <br />arrasto<br />em <br />círculos<br /><br />lenta/<br />Mente<br /><br />só sei <br />o peso<br />do <br />desabrigo<br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-9090612552080572879?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-25231353693995629122009-08-24T07:36:00.000-07:002009-08-24T08:03:31.440-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/SpKlc-s6wYI/AAAAAAAAARw/cpit5iTdM7U/s1600-h/luna.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 101px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/SpKlc-s6wYI/AAAAAAAAARw/cpit5iTdM7U/s320/luna.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373539222692741506" /></a><br /><br />uma fofurinha<br />e não é de pelúcia<br />é de estimação <br /><br />somos (de)feitos<br />do mesmo material.<br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-2523135369399562912?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-56341663096895220232009-08-21T11:50:00.000-07:002009-08-21T11:54:12.342-07:00o dia <br />e a noite<br />: dois <br />universos<br /><br />tão <br />distantes<br /><br />acolhidos <br />um <br />no outro<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-5634166309689522023?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-19145091250545354492009-07-19T06:19:00.000-07:002009-08-24T07:44:53.080-07:00toda feita<br />em ferro<br />a alma<br /><br />(que <br />não tenho/<br />porisso)<br /><br />voa<br />mergulhada<br />no sal<br /><br />do Tempo.<br /><br />-----------------------------<br /><br /><strong>Poetando junto:</strong><br /><br /><em>o sal do tempo<br />molda<br />as lembranças<br /><br />a alma<br />veste alegoria<br />e brinca <br />de esconde-esconde<br />com as surpresas<br />do porvir</em><br /><br /><strong>Euza</strong><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-1914509125054535449?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-39753578137464037692009-06-30T12:01:00.000-07:002009-06-30T12:03:33.074-07:00o Tempo<br />recolhe-se<br />palpável<br /><br />sob o peso<br />da própria<br />sombra.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-3975357813746403769?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-52890507962199470292009-06-29T06:57:00.000-07:002009-06-29T06:58:12.607-07:00parei <br />ao seu lado<br />e meus pés<br />criaram<br />raízes<br /><br />: é por isso<br />Amor<br />que agora<br />eu<br />vôo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-5289050796219947029?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-49363944355192536952009-06-03T12:17:00.000-07:002009-06-07T12:50:22.764-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/SibMTx8XnQI/AAAAAAAAARo/J1RnV4CHXDA/s1600-h/llan%C3%A7amento.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 57px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/SibMTx8XnQI/AAAAAAAAARo/J1RnV4CHXDA/s320/llan%C3%A7amento.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343182648117796098" /></a><br /><br /><br /> Wilson Guanais, Wilson Gorj, Caio Cezar Mayer, Aline Gallina, Mônica de Aquino, Cynthia Lopes, Paulo Aquarone, Priscila Lopes, Estrela Ruiz Leminski<br /><br />Veja mais aqui:<br /><a href="http://www.xxipoetasdehjemdiante.blogspot.com/">XXI Poetas de hoje em dia(nte)</a><br /><br />.<br />..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-4936394435519253695?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-72097728215681858292009-04-19T11:00:00.000-07:002009-04-19T11:34:04.623-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/SetoKXW8EaI/AAAAAAAAARg/Dpd0zzFkO0I/s1600-h/capa_divulgacao.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 153px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/SetoKXW8EaI/AAAAAAAAARg/Dpd0zzFkO0I/s320/capa_divulgacao.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326465511573950882" /></a><br /><br />XXI POETAS DE HOJE EM DIA(NTE), coletânea nacional organizada por Priscila Lopes e Aline Gallina com apoio da Secretaria de Estado de Turismo, Cultura e Esporte de Santa Catarina, editora Letras Contemporâneas.<br /><br />Aline Gallina<br />Caio Lopes<br />Érica Zíngano <br />Estrela Ruiz Leminski <br />Karinna Gullias<br />Izabela Leal<br />Julia Almeida<br />Júlia Studart<br />João de Moraes Filho<br />Marcelo Montenegro<br />Marcelo Sahea<br />Mônica de Aquino<br />Paulo Aquarone<br />Priscila Lopes<br />Ronaldo Werneck<br />Rubens da Cunha<br />Victor da Rosa<br />Victor Paes<br />Wilson Gorj <br />Wilson Guanais<br /><br />Introdução: Jayro Schmidt<br />Prefácio: Eduardo Jorge<br /><br /><strong>Lançamento em Florianópolis</strong><br />Barca dos Livros<br />18 de abril às 20h<br />Rua Senador Ivo d'Aquino, 103<br />Lagoa da Conceição <br />Fone: (48) 3879-3208 <br /><br /><strong>Lançamento em São Paulo </strong><br />Bar do Batata<br />23 de maio às 19h30<br />Endereço:<br />Rua Bela Cintra, 1333, Jardins <br />Fone: (11) 3068-9852<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-7209772821568185829?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-89396784322304879282009-04-02T15:13:00.000-07:002009-04-02T15:15:56.078-07:00sou tempo<br />esse Vento<br />(frio)<br /><br />que passa<br />por mim<br /><br />e se toca.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-8939678432230487928?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-25733209861643961012009-01-31T09:18:00.000-08:002009-01-31T09:25:07.021-08:00sempre que posso estou aqui:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.celeirodeescritores.org/">Celeiro</a><br /><br /><br /><br />publique seus poemas<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-2573320986164396101?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-62389293803337503852009-01-24T10:55:00.000-08:002009-01-27T05:44:04.612-08:00todo <br />torto<br /><br />de tanto <br />cair<br /><br />levantou<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-6238929380333750385?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-87895793065446690762009-01-22T05:09:00.001-08:002009-01-22T05:12:59.316-08:00meus olhos sozinhos<br />acesos no escuro<br />(mergulhados em mim)<br />não tem mais cor<br /><br />nem rosto.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-8789579306544669076?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-33314841661365757762008-12-24T14:09:00.000-08:002008-12-26T07:01:24.231-08:00vôo sempre alto demais<br />dentro <br />de uma noite<br /><br />(tão clara) que os olhos<br />não decifram.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-3331484166136575776?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-59429720220199135662008-12-19T07:35:00.000-08:002008-12-20T04:48:48.911-08:00estou<br />em<br />plena<br />in/<br />atividade<br /><br />e<br />meu<br />Silêncio<br />dói<br />tanto<br /><br />como se<br />fosse<br />( mas não<br />é <br />ainda )<br /><br />um<br />Ferimento<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-5942972022019913566?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-2410724282858844762008-12-10T05:27:00.000-08:002008-12-10T05:28:22.130-08:00nuvens<br />de flores<br />brisa<br />de perfumes<br /><br />chuva<br />de pétalas<br />em noites<br />de sol<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-241072428285884476?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-37822302243762672212008-10-16T08:23:00.000-07:002008-10-16T08:26:28.508-07:00o código<br />da Vida<br />nas garras do poema<br /><br />: é peso morto<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-3782230224376267221?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-43740688190388658712008-09-25T06:55:00.001-07:002008-09-25T06:55:43.442-07:00metade medo<br />metade monstro<br /><br />o resto é massa <br />de modelar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-4374068819038865871?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-60604795775379418982008-09-14T19:33:00.000-07:002008-09-14T19:34:31.960-07:00tão fria<br />e escura <br />a noite<br />parece <br />real<br /><br />: um<br />Poema<br />ignora<br />o poeta<br />e segue<br />mudo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-6060479577537941898?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-77943307344119857972008-09-14T07:00:00.001-07:002008-09-14T07:00:24.810-07:00o resultado<br />entregue<br />as cartas todas<br />marcadas<br /><br />vencedores<br />vencidos<br />são dois nomes<br />do mesmo<br /><br />: o Jogo é maior<br />que o prêmio.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-7794330734411985797?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-7756298251705295512008-09-14T06:59:00.001-07:002008-09-14T06:59:36.426-07:00um <br />rio infinito<br /><br />deságua<br />na <br />imensidão<br /><br />do <br />poema.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-775629825170529551?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-84255880999044165182008-09-03T07:12:00.000-07:002008-09-03T07:13:34.905-07:00minha <br />saudade<br />é um<br />rio<br />infinito<br /><br />: deságua<br />na <br />imensidão<br /><br />do <br />poema.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-8425588099904416518?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-17246164333618190752008-09-01T07:01:00.001-07:002008-09-01T07:01:56.477-07:00quando <br />Você me olha<br />eu sinto <br />que Você<br />me enxerga<br /><br />quando<br />Você me abraça<br />eu sinto<br />que Você<br />me Abraça<br /><br />quando<br />Você me beija<br />eu sinto<br />que Você<br />me Beija<br /><br />quando<br />Você me deixa<br />eu sinto <br />que Você<br />permanece...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-1724616433361819075?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-43219258730696527592008-07-26T07:51:00.001-07:002008-07-26T07:58:29.377-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/SIs6ZOzltFI/AAAAAAAAAMg/EWq6SrlHFig/s1600-h/celeiro.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/SIs6ZOzltFI/AAAAAAAAAMg/EWq6SrlHFig/s320/celeiro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227335997639210066" /></a><br /><br />Estou participando com 20 poeminhos<br />leia mais aqui: <a href="http://www.celeirodeescritores.org/">Celeiro</a><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-4321925873069652759?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-59529542204398713302008-07-23T08:02:00.000-07:002008-07-23T08:04:11.250-07:00foi<br />você<br />quem<br />disse<br /><br />tudo<br />que<br />sei<br /><br />de<br />mim.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-5952954220439871330?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-42373818068051896012008-07-21T06:48:00.000-07:002008-07-21T06:51:47.376-07:00um <br />túnel<br />atra/<br />vessa<br /><br />o <br />Tempo<br />quando <br /><br />não <br />desaba<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-4237381806805189601?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-77638543434168566442008-07-20T09:02:00.000-07:002008-07-20T11:19:56.383-07:00Quando te vi<br />pela primeira vez<br />- meus olhos<br />começaram a existir<br /><br />: arranquei-os <br />pra enxergar melhor.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-7763854343416856644?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-31585272753597011452008-07-19T07:36:00.000-07:002008-07-19T07:38:41.680-07:00todo dia<br />é um<br />espetáculo<br /><br />que o Sol<br />assiste<br />escondido.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-3158527275359701145?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-9190039762797127412008-07-10T06:14:00.000-07:002008-07-10T09:52:13.289-07:00sou<br />este desabrigo<br />( um<br />não-lugar<br />ao sol )<br /><br />- minha <br />solidão<br />não tem paredes<br /><br />: entre<br />a casca é sua.<br /><br />¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨<br /><br />Hoje tem texto meu aqui: <br /><a href="http://thefirewalkswithme.blogspot.com/">O Fogo Anda Comigo</a>.<br />.<br /><br />e aqui:<br /><a href="http://www.apoloacademiadeletras.com.br/textodeautor.php?npg=1&autor=Wilson%20Guanais">Apolo (Academia)</a>.<br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-919003976279712741?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-37661802705376981142008-07-08T06:55:00.000-07:002008-07-10T07:20:25.426-07:00as batidas <br />do coração<br />drenando<br /><br />um mar <br />de silêncio<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-3766180270537698114?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-69935899698465901132008-07-07T08:34:00.000-07:002008-07-07T08:45:40.955-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/SHI3kQ8zelI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/LE7NvEi4VhY/s1600-h/capa.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wZgOWDC0pxk/SHI3kQ8zelI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/LE7NvEi4VhY/s320/capa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220296014240643666" /></a><br /><br />Tela: <strong>D'noronha</strong><br /><a href="http://telasdonoronha.blogspot.com/">Galeria Virtual : AQUI</a><br /><br />Leia os textos aqui: <br /><a href="http://ninhoeoutrasfragilidades.blogspot.com/">"O AÇO, O NINHO & OUTRAS FRÁGILIDADES</a>.<br /><br />wilson guanais ( CBJE - 2008 )<br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-6993589969846590113?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-71326034389908870422008-07-04T06:24:00.001-07:002008-07-05T12:15:36.300-07:00quando a gente se abismar<br />( Corpo beirando Corpo )<br />todas as linhas do mapa<br />vão tecer nosso Destino<br />então vamos nos perder<br /><br />costurados Um no Outro<br /><br />e na paisagem<br />onde Tudo será<br />o mesmo emaranhado de Nós.<br /><br />¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨<br /><br /><strong>POETANDO JUNTO:</strong><br /><br /><strong>Tez.</strong><br /><br />quando a gente se tocar<br />(pele tatuando pele)<br />todas os poros do corpo<br />vão denunciar nosso Desejo<br />então vamos nos entregar<br /><br />-Um ao Outro-<br /><br />ao prazer silente<br />que grita promíscuo<br />dentro de nós.<br /><br /><strong>Ana Poeta</strong><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-7132603438990887042?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-8073528564758162472008-07-02T06:42:00.000-07:002008-07-02T11:02:42.683-07:00sem carinho<br />nem amor<br />falta luz<br />falta calor<br /><br />transformo<br />em cobertor<br />meu tapete<br />voador.<br /><br />¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨<br /><br />Hoje tem texto meu aqui: <a href="http://poetas-lusofonos.blogspot.com/">Poetas Lusófonos</a>.<br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-807352856475816247?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-61893997377375815792008-07-01T08:25:00.001-07:002008-07-01T08:25:40.992-07:00não sei <br />onde <br />dorme <br />a palavra <br />Paz <br /><br />nem como <br />acordá-la <br />da <br />guerra.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-6189399737737581579?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-73830942677494509692008-06-30T08:27:00.000-07:002008-06-30T08:29:04.715-07:00sei<br />o peso<br />da <br />pulga<br />que<br /><br />não<br />trago<br />atras<br />da <br />orelha<br /><br />¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨<br /><br />Hoje tem texto meu aqui: <br /><a href="http://thefirewalkswithme.blogspot.com/">O Fogo Anda Comigo</a>.<br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-7383094267749450969?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1588896280212535539.post-25158139398230313712008-06-29T07:10:00.000-07:002008-06-29T07:17:30.910-07:00minhas<br />barbas<br />de molho<br /><br />as unhas<br />do poema<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1588896280212535539-2515813939823031371?l=cemiteriodenavios3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilson Guanaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897106008983804244noreply@blogger.com1