tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31639642194876335542011-11-24T13:37:05.569-03:00Dissimulado,/o poema se impõe:/ aceso o coração,/iluminada a rua,/ o poema dá as caras/ nas frestas da janela,/ põe as manguinhas de fora, cospe no prato/ e, atrevido,/ vai realizando,/ meio tonto, meio sonso,/ sua esfinge de cal,/ sua natureza de vento,/sua estrutura de nada.(João Carlos Taveira)Beth Olegáriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071380300858145350noreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163964219487633554.post-68875964821251267362009-07-14T14:38:00.003-03:002009-07-14T14:40:18.643-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a859bNeFCvM/SlzCqxO0p6I/AAAAAAAAASw/CopWa3E68F8/s1600-h/A3ZJVPACACOYEMSCAPIGCQ3CAD0Q7YCCAGR7FBECAVBP7T5CAIMNZKSCAL3PI73CAD53TP7CADAMGP0CAHYE3X1CANCDGGPCASVW45LCAG3B86ZCAHAV9OBCAQNLJBUCAYE87X7CAILDQPQCA2KDXPA.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 104px; height: 118px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a859bNeFCvM/SlzCqxO0p6I/AAAAAAAAASw/CopWa3E68F8/s320/A3ZJVPACACOYEMSCAPIGCQ3CAD0Q7YCCAGR7FBECAVBP7T5CAIMNZKSCAL3PI73CAD53TP7CADAMGP0CAHYE3X1CANCDGGPCASVW45LCAG3B86ZCAHAV9OBCAQNLJBUCAYE87X7CAILDQPQCA2KDXPA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358371696689850274" /></a><br />GOZO<br /><br />Entre a boca <br />E a fala <br />Há um entrave<br />A língua e o dente <br /><br />Não falo entre dentre!<br /><br />Falo <br />Entre línguas <br />Excita <br />Entrededos <br />Desejos <br /><br />Entre a boca <br />E a fala <br />Há um entrave <br /><br />Palavras sólidas <br />Falo ereto<br />Nas entranhas <br />Fala <br />Palavras líquidas. <br /> (Beth Olegario)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163964219487633554-6887596482125126736?l=betholegario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Beth Olegáriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071380300858145350noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163964219487633554.post-33215015491983063532009-07-12T18:00:00.003-03:002009-07-12T18:23:41.322-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a859bNeFCvM/SlpUFcfjjBI/AAAAAAAAASQ/AI13Sht3PME/s1600-h/agressao-verbal.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 84px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a859bNeFCvM/SlpUFcfjjBI/AAAAAAAAASQ/AI13Sht3PME/s320/agressao-verbal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357687159235251218" /></a><br />MODO DE MATAR UMA MULHER<br /><br />Pare!!<br />Pois, para matar uma mulher<br />Não precisa coragem, faca <br />Ou vício.<br /><br />Estás coisas exigem tempo<br />E o tempo<br />É um substantivo<br /><br />Os homens <br />(Des)conhecem a gramática <br />Pois, sabem<br />Que para matar uma mulher <br />Basta apenas <br />Adjetivos.<br /><br />(Beth Olegário)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163964219487633554-3321501549198306353?l=betholegario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Beth Olegáriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071380300858145350noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163964219487633554.post-90441350802654088872009-06-15T19:05:00.000-03:002009-06-15T19:10:01.793-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a859bNeFCvM/SjbGpq4WA-I/AAAAAAAAAPY/_Bd91TEgOn8/s1600-h/bxp136567.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a859bNeFCvM/SjbGpq4WA-I/AAAAAAAAAPY/_Bd91TEgOn8/s320/bxp136567.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347680026736591842" /></a><br />MÁQUINA HUMANA <br /><br /><br />Tira esta ferrugem<br />Do meu seio <br />Me dar sensações <br />Que mulher nenhuma <br />Jamais provou<br /><br />Morde, Rasga , despe<br />Esta máquina humana <br />Sem óleo Singer.<br /><br />Me dar teu gozo<br />Eu quero amor.<br />(Beth Olegário)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163964219487633554-9044135080265408887?l=betholegario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Beth Olegáriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071380300858145350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163964219487633554.post-74286374635833114372009-06-05T12:26:00.000-03:002009-06-05T12:28:54.905-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a859bNeFCvM/Sik5rCSiK3I/AAAAAAAAAJw/n4jyRJDQbfA/s1600-h/NIP76CAWOBYCZCANAZKTGCA2N8DY1CAIW0ZHTCA15JWUJCAR01G0BCAOUM4VNCA9KX1A0CAQ71O71CA69T4FOCA353L1BCAVQC3T0CA1NJVJ4CARGONTRCA70ED9TCAYGZN5JCAGFQV43CAA06CSX.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 119px; height: 119px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a859bNeFCvM/Sik5rCSiK3I/AAAAAAAAAJw/n4jyRJDQbfA/s320/NIP76CAWOBYCZCANAZKTGCA2N8DY1CAIW0ZHTCA15JWUJCAR01G0BCAOUM4VNCA9KX1A0CAQ71O71CA69T4FOCA353L1BCAVQC3T0CA1NJVJ4CARGONTRCA70ED9TCAYGZN5JCAGFQV43CAA06CSX.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343865844363570034" /></a><br /> <br /> Acadê(micos)<br /><br />Ex pobres<br />Agora nobres<br />Esnobes.<br /><br />Beth Olegario<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163964219487633554-7428637463583311437?l=betholegario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Beth Olegáriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071380300858145350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163964219487633554.post-73310975229771426832009-06-04T14:31:00.000-03:002009-06-04T14:44:42.379-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a859bNeFCvM/SigH1dpFpkI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SFAQsPqL3AM/s1600-h/CLSIWCAWXPVAYCAP65W33CAEKIIHACANEFB0RCA80RKGLCAM063RECAD30AFNCAHE7EE9CA2Z4TQQCAIP3EYICAW866CFCANC7G48CAF1WF7KCAY4528GCA42XK97CA3IRLB4CAF79I0HCARP19C3.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a859bNeFCvM/SigH1dpFpkI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SFAQsPqL3AM/s320/CLSIWCAWXPVAYCAP65W33CAEKIIHACANEFB0RCA80RKGLCAM063RECAD30AFNCAHE7EE9CA2Z4TQQCAIP3EYICAW866CFCANC7G48CAF1WF7KCAY4528GCA42XK97CA3IRLB4CAF79I0HCARP19C3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343529572946519618" /></a><br />“Desocupados “<br /><br />Sentados na calçada na caçada olhando quem vem mirando quem vai e a palavra como espada ,fere.<br />O primeiro que passa.<br /><br /> Beth Olegario<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163964219487633554-7331097522977142683?l=betholegario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Beth Olegáriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071380300858145350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163964219487633554.post-55713983787453568592009-06-01T17:47:00.000-03:002009-06-01T17:58:25.815-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a859bNeFCvM/SiRA5Z0LgLI/AAAAAAAAAHg/VRMx5OpbJZI/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 127px; height: 105px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a859bNeFCvM/SiRA5Z0LgLI/AAAAAAAAAHg/VRMx5OpbJZI/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342466412894716082" /></a><br />SEPARAÇÃO<br /><br />Não entre!<br />Pois entre a abstinência sexual <br />E a ignorância <br />O silêncio se propaga<br />A sandália <br />Já não ocupa lugar na sala<br />E o casal<br />Briga <br />Por um pedaço de tijolo.<br /><br />Beth Olegario<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163964219487633554-5571398378745356859?l=betholegario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Beth Olegáriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071380300858145350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163964219487633554.post-6059471942460340712009-06-01T16:32:00.000-03:002009-06-01T16:35:42.191-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a859bNeFCvM/SiQta5jBs2I/AAAAAAAAAHY/Xs6qqxyoVac/s1600-h/CN45TCA9BTXBZCAR1BRF4CAE03U9BCAA59AIPCADRSNI4CAUHTTEQCAUFGOCBCAITTI3TCAR338G6CAAWX47ECA3YMJ7XCAPNV7RSCAY6RJ3HCAFAC5MBCAD0I80LCANAKWUUCAGHBT3UCANLJC8K.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 85px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a859bNeFCvM/SiQta5jBs2I/AAAAAAAAAHY/Xs6qqxyoVac/s320/CN45TCA9BTXBZCAR1BRF4CAE03U9BCAA59AIPCADRSNI4CAUHTTEQCAUFGOCBCAITTI3TCAR338G6CAAWX47ECA3YMJ7XCAPNV7RSCAY6RJ3HCAFAC5MBCAD0I80LCANAKWUUCAGHBT3UCANLJC8K.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342444998115832674" /></a><br /> <br />(IN)DIGESTÃO <br /><br />Conter a espada <br />Afinal <br />Lugar de lingua <br />E dentro da boca <br /><br /><br />Mastigar,ouvir, digerir <br /><br />Tomar sopa <br />E saber <br />Que sapo não se toma <br />Engoli.<br /><br />Beth Olegario<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163964219487633554-605947194246034071?l=betholegario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Beth Olegáriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071380300858145350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163964219487633554.post-40080447956122111902009-06-01T15:19:00.000-03:002009-06-01T15:25:20.267-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a859bNeFCvM/SiQc7b6nINI/AAAAAAAAAHA/2SiOQ1ZEcJk/s1600-h/PontodeInterroga%C3%83%C2%A7%C3%83%C2%A3o.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a859bNeFCvM/SiQc7b6nINI/AAAAAAAAAHA/2SiOQ1ZEcJk/s320/PontodeInterroga%C3%83%C2%A7%C3%83%C2%A3o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342426865399701714" /></a><br /> INDAGAÇÃO<br /><br /><br />Eu sou <br />Soul<br />Só<br /><br />Sol<br />Sou<br />(Po)esia .<br /><br />Beth Olegário<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163964219487633554-4008044795612211190?l=betholegario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Beth Olegáriohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11071380300858145350noreply@blogger.com0