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Gilmaré&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busco Ver-te&lt;br /&gt;vejo Carne,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vejo o pó,&lt;br /&gt;o barro trabalhado,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arte,&lt;br /&gt;muita arte,&lt;br /&gt;muita arte sim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que tens na cabeça?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teus miolos&lt;br /&gt;tuas lamas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terra,&lt;br /&gt;tu és terra,&lt;br /&gt;tu és terra sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu que nem posso ver-te&lt;br /&gt;pois nem sei onde estás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;se na língua&lt;br /&gt;se nas pernas&lt;br /&gt;ou cabeça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busco ver-te muito além&lt;br /&gt;quero a fonte do teu ser&lt;br /&gt;onde nasces todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;em minutos e segundos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pois bem sei que vens de um mundo&lt;br /&gt;de um mundo muito além&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do além&lt;br /&gt;além-do-além&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;renascendo&lt;br /&gt;ressurgindo&lt;br /&gt;reluzindo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nas paredes deste mundo&lt;br /&gt;deste céu que se finda&lt;br /&gt;no princípio do teu ser,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignoro,&lt;br /&gt;pois tu és menogesto,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;és olhar,&lt;br /&gt;és sorrir,&lt;br /&gt;és falar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quero ver teu coração&lt;br /&gt;se aí teu ser está&lt;br /&gt;eu quero te pegar com as mãos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas tu és menogesto,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;és olhar,&lt;br /&gt;és sorrir,&lt;br /&gt;és falar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quero te conter num frasco sólido&lt;br /&gt;ressentir tua alma gélida&lt;br /&gt;reluzindo em rosas pálidas&lt;br /&gt;pois assim fica explícito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas tu és menogesto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;és olhar&lt;br /&gt;és sorrir&lt;br /&gt;és falar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537827705627432558-137520479724442778?l=tira-gostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' 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primeiros segundos do ano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;" O Homem pode viver sem os seus braços, suas pernas, seus olhos,sua boca, nariz, etc, e olhando para ele, descobriremos que o homem é invisível como Deus, mesmo estando mutilado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ele ainda existe e se manifesta no corpo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537827705627432558-1783704840210806793?l=tira-gostodepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tira-gostodepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1783704840210806793/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537827705627432558&amp;postID=1783704840210806793' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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