tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72942038845344244602012-01-30T09:18:52.286-02:00Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.comBlogger14591100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-25006718747244564832012-01-06T16:38:00.002-02:002012-01-30T09:18:52.295-02:00minha filha <br />no primeiro ano de vida<br />rasgou uma página<br />de um livro precioso<br />- obras completas - <br />de monteiro lobato<br /><br />bati de leve na mãozinha dela<br />ela começou a soluçar<br />: mãezinha! mãezinha! mãezinha!<br /><br />bom tempo <br />tenho comido<br />na mãozinha <br />que apanhou<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-2500671874724456483?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-76671997833909495702012-01-05T09:31:00.000-02:002012-01-05T09:31:02.075-02:00tanto me deu<br />deu no que deu<br /><br />não&nbsp;dói<br />e o barquinho vai<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-7667199783390949570?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-2470782853418148202011-12-26T14:50:00.002-02:002011-12-27T15:52:20.181-02:00róbison tem uma estante<br />cheia de livros<br />só de poetisas, suas favoritas<br />e as chama <em>"minhas galinhas"</em><br /><br />eu, jura, juro<br />dedos cruzados<br />nunca quis ser <br />coelhinha do hefner<br />mulata do sargentelli<br />certinha do lalau<br />pantera do amaral<br />lebre do imperial<br /><br />mas, sou -- e amo ser<br />galinha do róbison<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-247078285341814820?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-85205188066038459832011-12-07T13:30:00.001-02:002011-12-08T05:48:40.094-02:00have thine own way, lord<br />hearts of stone<br />hello mary lou<br />hey tonight<br />headlines<br />hideaway<br />honey do<br />hot rod heart<br />haunted house<br />heaven's just a sin away<br />have you ever seen the rain<br /><br />a&nbsp;J at the beginning<br />and a Y in the end<br />like my name<br />I have written on the hall of my heart<br />john fogerty<br />forever<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-8520518806603845983?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-17379380960622460022011-12-07T13:26:00.000-02:002011-12-07T13:26:24.551-02:00ontem sonho <br />a casa lá em casa pegando fogo<br />um objeto precioso<br />a salvo<br /><br />hoje<br />ao&nbsp;acordar, deduzo<br />: é fogo na roupa!<br /><br />morsa morsa morsa<br /><br />o coração<br />resguardado<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-1737938096062246002?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-47068560266845330802011-11-18T10:33:00.006-02:002011-11-21T14:04:04.830-02:00&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; a gente sempre acha que é<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fernando Pessoa<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; [ana c.]<br /><br /><br />a gente sempre acha <br />que pode inspirar roberto carlos<br />a escrever a canção de amor<br />que não escreveu <br />ainda<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-4706856026684533080?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-42575376131747219632011-09-21T13:46:00.006-03:002011-09-30T16:17:35.919-03:00<div style="text-align: right;">a&nbsp;vinícius machado mendes&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: right;">morto em&nbsp;1<strong>º&nbsp;</strong>de setembro, 2011, na Embraer</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br />garoto feito vinícius<br />- basta ser vinícius - <br />não é do tipo<br />que fica mais pra lá <br />do que pra cá<br /><br />vinícius volta já <br />do bardo<br /><em>para bailar la bamba</em><br />beijar&nbsp;luara e rose<br />apaziguar corações - um milhão de abrigos<br /><br />garoto feito vinícius<br /><em>dèja vu</em><br />vem voltando, galera<br /><br />bem-vinda, vivalma<br />salve, salve, Alegria<br />a bênção, vinícius<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-4257537613174721963?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-53922197350596090942011-08-23T13:50:00.005-03:002011-08-31T15:19:55.741-03:00&nbsp;joy, meu pequeno guardião<br />&nbsp;filhote da tiazinha<br />&nbsp;agora jaz<br />&nbsp;sob coroa de bromélias<br /><br />&nbsp;eu o vejo<br />&nbsp;atrás da cerca de bambu<br /><br />&nbsp;chamo com voz chorosa<br />&nbsp;vem mamãe, joy<br />&nbsp;vem mamãe, joy<br /><br />&nbsp;encantado<br />&nbsp;ele não vem<br />&nbsp;nem morto<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-5392219735059609094?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-35748573025044230432011-08-23T13:39:00.003-03:002011-08-30T15:18:05.006-03:00não se mete, bete<br />a coisa é grave<br />mais do que você imagina<br />ele compra sorvete só pra mim<br />ficamos conversando, conversando<br />o sorvete até derrete<br /><br />não se mete, bete<br />quando eu for visitar vocês<br />vá pra cozinha<br />faça bolo pra gente<br />retire do forno<br />proteja suas mãozinhas<br />com luvas térmicas<br />espere esfriar&nbsp;- conte até sete<br /><br />não se mete, bete<br />quando ele mostra<br />livros antigos [atchim! atchim!]<br />filmes tão longos<br />me dá foto dele com&nbsp;o cachorro<br />sem me dizer quem é quem<br />e você me oferecendo carona<br />dá um belo sorriso<br />sorriso de vedete<br /><br />não me compromete, bete<br />nossa amizade é pura<br />ele eu e você nos pertencemos<br />para a eternidade<br /><br />é muito lindo<br />você não se intromete<br />entre você ele e eu<br />papo sério<br />sou mais você, bete<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-3574857302504423043?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-55010792872207675412011-08-05T14:11:00.002-03:002011-08-05T14:54:03.271-03:00bota a bata vermelha, seu uniforme<br />avental<br />pega o balde, vassoura<br />pode ser até cor-de-rosa<br /><br />direito, varre varre vassourinha<br />direto debaixo do tapete<br />lixo joga-se no lixo<br /><br />agora sim: café-com-pão<br /><br />cheirinho bom de limpeza<br />a casa não tá um brinco, patroa?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-5501079287220767541?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-19720142866112714702011-08-05T14:07:00.000-03:002011-08-05T14:07:47.042-03:00não se brinca<br />de barata-voa<br />com dinheiro<br /><br />brasília amarela<br />não é mais <br />uma farra<br /><br />brasileiro<br />mostra agora<br />sua garra<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-1972014286611271470?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-71134922023952437802011-07-04T11:26:00.002-03:002011-07-07T10:52:14.044-03:00esse V<br />na minha mão você vê<br /><br />proclamo <br />Vitória<br /><br />conclamo a todos<br />façamos o V<br /><br />V&nbsp;da paz e do amor<br />V&nbsp;do vegetarianismo<br /><br />essencialmente <br />V&nbsp;da vitória<br />da Luz<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-7113492202395243780?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-89789908578621927062011-06-14T11:54:00.002-03:002011-06-15T14:21:55.327-03:00se um elefante <br />incomoda muita gente<br />serraria na vizinhança<br />incomoda muito mais<br /><br />mas eis que descubro <br />a serraria é do novo amigo<br /><br />ao som do son<br />barulho estridente<br />agora se torna<br />flauta doce<br />ou sax<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-8978990857862192706?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-30314847835935124192011-01-14T11:22:00.004-02:002011-06-15T14:07:44.469-03:00hoje sonho que namoro GA<br />o que não significa namorar GA?<br /><br />superfantástico sonho<br />muda, mudada<br />eu nem sonhava sonhar desse jeito<br /><br />luz da ribalta<br />te quero no palco<br />da poesia<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-3031484783593512419?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-64422022025262912412010-12-31T12:48:00.001-02:002011-04-23T12:50:06.357-03:00feliz ano<br />[a partir]<br />do ovo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-6442202202526291241?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-51474610612874203272010-12-25T11:42:00.004-02:002011-05-25T18:57:18.162-03:00natal sem carnes<br />guloseimas<br /><br />brancos copos-de-leite<br />brotam das tetas úmidas da terra<br />alimentam<br />o novo homem<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-5147461061287420327?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-42067611739986014502010-12-06T11:40:00.004-02:002010-12-17T19:58:16.545-02:00- você... (um pigarro...) tá...&nbsp;(pigarro)... namorando...? (hã rã...)<br /><br />diante da negativa de marciano, soltei&nbsp;da coleira o&nbsp;joy,&nbsp;meu cachorro mais feroz.<br />aquele que, basta chamar pelo nome, abana o rabinho, passa por debaixo das pernas, lambe a mão&nbsp;e... tem um ossinho aí, tio?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-4206761173998601450?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-16804096281976371642010-11-26T12:32:00.001-02:002010-11-26T12:33:30.997-02:00sabe o mário?<br />ele mesmo<br />por um tempo <br />saiu do ar<br /><br />mário<br /><br />se triste<br />:hoje estou muito triste<br /><br />se melancólico<br />:hoje estou muito melancólico<br /><br />sem travas <br />na alma<br />sem trevas<br />na língua<br /><br />entre amigos<br />no [b] ar <br />na quitinete<br />no teatro<br />sem máscaras<br /><br />mar rio<br />oceânico mário&nbsp;bortolotto<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-1680409628197637164?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-72966176989046508022010-11-26T12:26:00.002-02:002010-11-26T12:26:45.162-02:00manhã prateada<br />milagre<br />dourado<br /><br />susaninha<br />sorrio por você<br />ganhei o dia<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-7296617698904650802?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-33079499356524512272010-11-10T21:42:00.012-02:002010-11-12T09:49:43.347-02:00&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; páginas do calendário<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; viradas<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; ao contrário<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;doutora s.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; só rejuvenesce<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; até pra cronos<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; simone bate<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; o martelo<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: magenta;">Happy New Year,<strong> SimOne</strong>!</span><span style="color: magenta;">&nbsp;Brighten day, November 10th.</span><br /><span style="color: magenta;">Forever young! </span><span style="color: magenta;">Beijo no coração. </span><br /><span style="color: magenta;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-3307949935652451227?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-49732417826690165702010-11-10T15:30:00.022-02:002010-11-12T09:48:20.326-02:00When you teach your son, you teach your son's son. <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; ~The Talmud<br /><br />cely vira bailarina com nina<br />edy admira o hiper-herói herich<br />edilma se gaba de gabi<br />iraci leva flávia na flauta<br />bb pensa - e diz -&nbsp;a tiara de lara beatriz<br />ludmila viaja&nbsp;milhas até&nbsp;a lúdica lorien <br />josie abraça os filósofos ulisses e francisco<br />gláucia marrom-glacê de luara e gabriel <br />dulcinéia lê moinhos de brisa&nbsp;de manuella<br />val com theo no céu<br />eu angelical com&nbsp;ângelo entre anjos<br /><br />verdade [ben] dita<br />:só as vovozinhas somos felizes<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: magenta;">Happy anniversary, grandma <strong>Cely Cole</strong>.</span><br /><span style="color: magenta;">Forever young! </span><span style="color: magenta;">May God bless you forever and ever. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-4973241782669016570?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-60762957722759662772010-11-08T10:32:00.007-02:002010-11-08T13:09:01.819-02:00passo pelo caminho<br />pedras escolhem a mim<br />- nos encontramos -<br />me conduzem até o lar<br />pedacinhos de pedras-pão<br /><br />na redondez, a robustez<br />pedras rolaram<br />e como rolaram...<br /><br />entre cactos e suculentas<br />assumem status de flores<br />rosas-de-pedra do altar<br /><br />não se&nbsp;atira pedra<br />metafórica&nbsp;nem literal<br /><br />acordada como pedra<br />eu me reconheça<br />nas irmãs pedras<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-6076295772275966277?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-13435471084078191222010-11-02T19:20:00.005-02:002010-11-02T20:40:03.284-02:00sérgio<br />sério<br />do bambuzeiro<br />visita meus ossos<br /><br />me dá <br />nos nervos<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-1343547108407819122?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-70477740970469181742010-11-02T19:00:00.002-02:002010-11-02T21:07:17.271-02:00<div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">entre daturas</div><div style="text-align: left;">espírito de sálvia&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">da branquietude<br />salta</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">tanta saudade</div><div style="text-align: left;">não é pra vênus</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-7047774097046918174?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-53522200961068745992010-10-31T17:15:00.004-02:002010-11-01T17:44:54.489-02:00mestres ascensos<br />sacodem<br />o&nbsp;grande caldeirão cósmico<br /><br />ora derramam, ora aspergem<br />sobre a humanidade<br /><em>abre-te, sésamo!</em><br /><br />usam varinhas mágicas<br />luz, vida, amor<br /><br />paz na terra<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-5352220096106874599?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-64903497966979856702010-10-17T10:27:00.007-02:002010-10-18T12:19:51.246-02:00gado <br />a gente marcava<br />tangia ferrava<br />engordava matava<br /><br />agora <br />é diferente<br />: gado é igual gente<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-6490349796697985670?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-860544419302776372010-10-15T07:59:00.005-03:002010-10-15T09:35:16.445-03:00e pra jura<br />nada?<br /><br />nada?<br /><br />o presente<br />eis tudo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-86054441930277637?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-18745761625003113172010-10-15T07:58:00.007-03:002010-10-17T15:15:29.323-02:00Eu Sou<br />existo<br />minha&nbsp;professora <br />coração de cera<br />aberto ao sol<br /><br />derretida<br />hoje<br />eu<em> </em>soul<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-1874576162500311317?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-23140626084017883532010-10-12T10:06:00.004-03:002010-10-12T11:28:10.793-03:00john lennon<br />no plano de fundo<br />do computador<br />além das lentes <br />redondas<br />vê o mundo<br /><br /><em>give peace a chance</em><br /><em>all&nbsp;you need is love</em><br /><br /><em>hey, ju!</em><br /><em>take a bad poem</em><br /><em>and make it better</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-2314062608401788353?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-43679688833192224332010-10-09T20:47:00.004-03:002010-10-10T07:54:34.958-03:00saiba se pulsa<br />meu coração<br />no aniversário<br />de john<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-4367968883319222433?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-81573251763970680622010-10-09T08:10:00.000-03:002010-10-12T10:10:06.769-03:00na despedida<br />escorriam como escorriam<br />dos olhos azuis&nbsp;tão beijados<br />todas as lágrimas de luc<br /><br />me acalmo<br />assistindo ao <em>dirty dancing</em><br /><em>central do brasil</em><br />ouvindo&nbsp;<em>have a heart, </em>de <em>billy joe</em><br /><em>b.j.thomas - </em>paixão de adolescente<br /><em>the twelfth of never,</em>&nbsp;<em>johnny mathis </em><br />todos os&nbsp;gifts de luc<br /><br />me cubro com manta belga,&nbsp;fina<br />vermelha, de franjas<br />mensagem escondida <br />no travesseiro<br />: <em>sleep well, my love</em><br />todos os cuidados de luc<br /><br />sua alegria em doar-se por inteiro<br />cartões-postais tantos e todos<br />de <em>manneken pis, </em>favoritos<br />contrabandos de chocolate uh huh<br />todas as benesses de luc<br /><br />inexoráveis<br />lágrimas dele<br />escorrem como escorrem<br />de um coração-saudade<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-8157325176397068062?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-65440368499223962862010-09-23T14:25:00.007-03:002010-11-11T11:27:41.184-02:00desaparecido há 15 anos<br />o pai ressurge<br />no aniversário<br />nos gorjeios dos sabiás<br /><br />em assovios<br />sossegado<br />tocando gaita<br />ou assoviando<br />nas folhas de laranjeira<br /><br />o&nbsp;velho é perfeito<br />todo musical<br /><br /><br /><em><span style="color: orange;">Outros poemas dedicados ao meu pai, seu <strong>Zé Pinheiro</strong>, no link </span></em><em><span style="color: orange;"><strong>Chapéu de Diamantes.</strong></span></em><br /><a href="http://juracyribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/03/chapeu-de-diamantes-ao-velho-pinheiro.html">http://juracyribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/03/chapeu-de-diamantes-ao-velho-pinheiro.html</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-6544036849922396286?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-63163655642632505862010-09-23T08:40:00.001-03:002010-09-26T06:52:57.273-03:00bem chega a primavera<br />ela, de malas na mão<br />me encontra<br />com véu-de-noiva<br /><br />dama-da-noite<br />em plena floração<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-6316365564263250586?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-83219895468739338682010-09-23T07:12:00.005-03:002010-09-24T07:46:09.826-03:00<div style="text-align: left;"><br />acorda no campo</div><div style="text-align: left;">gente gentil </div><div style="text-align: left;">na primavera</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">agapantos</div><div style="text-align: left;">buganvílias</div><div style="text-align: left;">bromélias</div><div style="text-align: left;">centáureas<br />calceolárias<br />clívias</div><div style="text-align: left;">daválias</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">pássaros para o amor</div><div style="text-align: left;">and so OM</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-8321989546873933868?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-13990495893929860592010-09-08T06:07:00.007-03:002010-09-18T15:05:37.616-03:00enfim chove<br /><br />gado homem montanha<br />toda a criação<br />esperou pacientemente<br />a chuva<br />sem murmúrios<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-1399049589392986059?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-35580952061109967852010-09-07T19:40:00.007-03:002010-09-23T15:58:46.814-03:00se está sthefany<br />está a paz<br />cá está, alegria<br />estala, champanhe!<br /><br />sthefany está? tá!<br />estalo a língua <br />para cantar teté<br />com sthefany<br />tête-à-tête<br />mesmo quando até<br /><br />cria do meu bem<br />menina-moça está tatuada<br />te amar é<br />ligação de amor<br /><br />seu nome, substantivo<br />todos os verbos <br />ser estar parecer<br />permanecer ficar...<br /><br />estado interessante<br />estar sthefany<br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color: magenta;">Feliz aniversário, Sthefany. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: magenta;">Volver a los 9, en 2002. Hoy con 17! </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: magenta;">Viva Sthefany da Silva Maciel!!!</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-3558095206110996785?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-72114477861694933502010-09-05T09:46:00.005-03:002010-09-06T23:52:40.250-03:00&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;<em>&nbsp;ao</em> <em>carlos emílio faraco</em><br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; nossa terra tem bananeiras<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; pássaros pio neiros<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; frutos maduram<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; eles, ligeiros<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;partilham cachos <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; meio a meio<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; entre gorjeios<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;sim, temos bananas<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;pássaros bacanas<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-7211447786169493350?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-44788743071973224722010-09-05T09:29:00.010-03:002010-10-17T22:51:49.050-02:00<div style="text-align: center;">no campo</div><div style="text-align: center;">cultivo poemas</div><div style="text-align: center;">vivo de brisa<br /><br />venho vento</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;ventania</div><div style="text-align: center;">levanta da Poesia</div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;a saia</div><div style="text-align: center;">refresca memória</div><div style="text-align: center;">das sementes</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">uvaia </div><div style="text-align: center;">brassaia<br />sapucaia</div><div style="text-align: center;">samambaia<br />mamão papaia</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-4478874307197322472?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-8583377073748877882010-09-05T09:20:00.004-03:002010-09-05T19:12:46.841-03:00lanço dados<br />de novo<br />próximo voo?<br /><br />vou - wedding in las vegas<br />i bet<br /><br />dados os laços<br />voo ao pêndulo<br /><br />nada em jogo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-858337707374887788?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-91465057822837016782010-08-27T07:51:00.009-03:002010-09-07T11:07:38.202-03:00convulsões do nascimento<br />caloroso este útero<br />onde&nbsp;me protejo<br /><br />alto&nbsp;lá!<br />2 de outubro logo bate à porta<br />ulalá! seja bem-vinda, bem-amada<br />bebezinha de cabelos negros<br />sorriso largo, mente clara<br />decidida a nascer <br />no dia do anjo de guarda<br /><br />todos os budas te abençoem<br />todos os anjos te protejam<br />bruníssima, morena<br />filha&nbsp;única, preciosa<br />de meu irmão caçula<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDUXALIAqjA/TIZG7xnkHCI/AAAAAAAAAMw/nIdTNee_6bk/s1600/edilson.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="245" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDUXALIAqjA/TIZG7xnkHCI/AAAAAAAAAMw/nIdTNee_6bk/s320/edilson.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-9146505782283701678?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-92189201692692739272010-08-15T08:35:00.013-03:002010-08-24T13:22:20.383-03:00&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"<em>Abriria eu a madre, e não geraria: diz o Senhor: geraria eu, e fecharia a madre?&nbsp;diz o teu Deus."</em><em><strong> </strong></em><br /><em><strong>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Isaías</strong></em>, cap66/vers9<br /><br />bebês preferem azul celeste<br />cor da aura das mamães grávidas<br /><br />lãs-bebê, agulhas de tricô<br />tecendo sapatinhos<br /><br />tramam os fios<br />tecem o coração da tecelã<br /><br />seu coração - manto maravilhoso<br />aconchegante, iluminado<br />jardim onde deus brinca<br /><br />deus dá o filho<br />conforme o cobertor<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-9218920169269273927?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-33971274235404009062010-08-13T08:23:00.008-03:002010-08-19T20:24:58.257-03:00vem, elisa<br />solta os cabelos<br />descalça os pés<br />o chão pisa<br />devagar<br /><br />vem, elisa<br />sorria, vida te chama<br />pisa na grama<br />sinta a brisa<br />de verão<br /><br />vem, elisa<br />vem, linda criança<br />moça charmosa<br />no meu colo toda prosa<br />cheia de esperança<br /><br />vem, elisa<br />boneca risonha<br />sonha, sonha<br />com vida cor-de-rosa<br />vem, menina manhosa<br />dorme neste mar de amor<br /><br />doce elisa<br />manhã primaveril<br />muitas borboletas<br />suave brisa<br />doce elisa<br /><br /><span style="color: magenta;">*<em> poema inspirado na elisa, musa, quando completou três meses. agora tem trintanos. continua boneca.</em></span><br /><span style="color: magenta;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-3397127423540400906?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-18812807031423201562010-08-13T08:14:00.009-03:002010-09-07T11:12:16.623-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border: medium none;"></div><div style="border: medium none; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="border: medium none; text-align: center;">deus cuida dos lírios do campo</div><div style="border: medium none; text-align: center;">deus cuida das aves do céu</div><div style="border: medium none; text-align: center;">deus cuida de elisa</div><div style="border: medium none; text-align: center;">minha filha branca<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDUXALIAqjA/TIZHZuAFn1I/AAAAAAAAAM4/mptoj2OMRnc/s1600/Elisa+%281%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDUXALIAqjA/TIZHZuAFn1I/AAAAAAAAAM4/mptoj2OMRnc/s320/Elisa+%281%29.jpg" width="320" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDUXALIAqjA/TIZHePeh0pI/AAAAAAAAANA/0BKqUac6n9U/s1600/Elisa+%282%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDUXALIAqjA/TIZHePeh0pI/AAAAAAAAANA/0BKqUac6n9U/s320/Elisa+%282%29.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-1881280703142320156?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-52642519454334032142010-08-03T10:30:00.003-03:002010-08-03T20:26:09.453-03:00Pasta cor grafite, nomes estranhos. Não conheço ninguém. Insinuou&nbsp;tatuagens. Abomino. Abriu o peito. Coqueiro tatuado. Fui catar coquinhos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-5264251945433403214?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-49307120432940991822010-08-03T10:28:00.004-03:002010-08-03T10:39:23.639-03:00Marciano chegou marido me pedindo a mão. Estendi. Aliança. É OURO! Joga fora. Tenho melhor pra te dar. Recusei. Anel de Saturno em seu dedo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-4930712043294099182?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-41315430881832098192010-07-25T03:55:00.000-03:002010-08-13T08:07:43.268-03:00tantas foram as farras<br />palhaçadas<br />barriga doía<br />das risadas<br /><br />indo à forra<br />sentamo-nus na varanda<br />nos lembrando, aussie<br />de tudo lindo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-4131543088183209819?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-80814503247240516302010-07-25T03:48:00.000-03:002010-08-13T08:09:07.734-03:00&nbsp;beijo<br />&nbsp;na tela do laptop<br />&nbsp;cheias de photoshop<br />&nbsp;fotos&nbsp;deletadas<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-8081450324724051630?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-44194796879221097242010-07-02T17:59:00.002-03:002010-07-31T19:49:04.578-03:00&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; à dra. polyanna paiva f. silva<br /><br />só mesmo sendo poliana<br />polivalente<br />pra desafiar<br />o coro dos descontentes<br />do sistema (p) único de saúde<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-4419479687922109724?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-26762911889055997812010-07-01T20:53:00.005-03:002010-07-31T19:49:42.789-03:00beckham é o g(r)amado<br />por onde victoria pisa<br />rola e deita <br /><br />brincadeirinhas<br /><br />como diria salomão schvartzman<br />victoria e beckham, sejam felizes<br /><br />salomão<br />seja feliz amém<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-2676291188905599781?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-10019107735541412192010-06-26T14:19:00.003-03:002010-09-04T20:57:41.488-03:00ângelo, meu grande amorzinho<br />meu tudo em tanto<br /><br />se chego em sua casa<br />antes do bom-dia, dos abraços<br />vem logo me colocando a par <br />de minha vida<br /><br /><i>sabia que você</i><br /><i>é mãe da minha mãe?</i><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>&nbsp;</i><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDUXALIAqjA/TFMEGfmip4I/AAAAAAAAALE/zbccGeWO1GQ/s1600/angelo+%282%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDUXALIAqjA/TFMEGfmip4I/AAAAAAAAALE/zbccGeWO1GQ/s320/angelo+%282%29.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>maio/2010</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDUXALIAqjA/TFMEXV_dMjI/AAAAAAAAALM/pXE9gOiayg0/s1600/angelo+%281%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDUXALIAqjA/TFMEXV_dMjI/AAAAAAAAALM/pXE9gOiayg0/s320/angelo+%281%29.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>julho/2010</i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-1001910773554141219?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-50688029490526220542010-06-26T14:07:00.007-03:002010-09-07T10:32:31.108-03:00&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <em>No more pain, no more sorrow.</em><br /><br /><br />&nbsp;sálvia sofreu calada<br />&nbsp;abandono<br />&nbsp;sequestro dos filhotes lactentes<br />&nbsp;ataques de ouriços<br /><br />&nbsp;ensimesmada<br />&nbsp;dez meses comigo<br />&nbsp;nem curtiu a curta vida<br /><br />&nbsp;eu mesma cavouquei em dores a cova<br />&nbsp;dignidade de sálvia também preservada<br />&nbsp;no papel pardo, fita-lácrima<br />&nbsp;na cobertura de capím seco<br /><br />&nbsp;sálvia, alegria dos jardins<br />&nbsp;beija-flores&nbsp;celebrarão sua festa<br />&nbsp;nos céus dos cachorros mansos<br />&nbsp;que viveram a vida sem morder chorar<br />&nbsp;latir<br /><br />requiescat in pace<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-5068802949052622054?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-45856649488899652942010-06-26T14:00:00.002-03:002010-07-31T19:53:56.444-03:00&nbsp;no dia dos namorados<br />&nbsp;sálvia emudeceu<br />&nbsp;beethoven continua a ouvir<br />&nbsp;sinfonias<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-4585664948889965294?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-19833815926708631882010-06-25T15:59:00.000-03:002010-08-13T08:25:48.243-03:00em você<br />tudo envolve<br />meu sentir, santoro<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-1983381592670863188?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-21527937800508647922010-06-25T14:25:00.000-03:002010-08-13T08:17:49.695-03:00à míngua<br />te procuro<br /><br />recebo&nbsp;troco<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-2152793780050864792?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-9210052577264992622010-06-25T14:23:00.001-03:002010-09-04T12:42:59.426-03:00&nbsp;joy, the little guy<br />&nbsp;nascido no dia do livro infantil<br />&nbsp;dia do amigo&nbsp;--&nbsp;u-auau<br />&nbsp;sua vida, leitura escancarada<br />&nbsp;nos dentes<br /><br />&nbsp;vítima de <em>bullying</em> dos cavalões<br />&nbsp;não traz desaforo<br />&nbsp;pra casinha<br /><br />&nbsp;salta (n)as feras<br />&nbsp;é bom não encarar<br /><br />&nbsp;7x7 = 49 anos<br />&nbsp;quase cinquentão<br />&nbsp;mordendo <br />&nbsp;pra cachorro<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDUXALIAqjA/TFMDm9n5d2I/AAAAAAAAAK8/4hb8M7Ohgiw/s1600/Joy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IDUXALIAqjA/TFMDm9n5d2I/AAAAAAAAAK8/4hb8M7Ohgiw/s320/Joy.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">&nbsp;[Joy... Não provoque! <span style="color: blue;">É cor-de-rosa</span> tropa-de-choque.]</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-921005257726499262?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-23185645766120734232010-05-21T17:15:00.005-03:002010-07-31T19:55:18.300-03:00despertei com alento <br /><i>o céu tem mais estrelas</i><br /><br />um céu<br />muitas estrelas<br />um bosque<br />muitas vidas&nbsp; <br />uma várzea<br />muitos amores<br /><br />cósmico<br />céu desejável<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-2318564576612073423?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-47139825388341999472010-05-17T09:26:00.007-03:002010-07-31T19:57:13.249-03:00&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;quem quer colher rosas, deve suportar os espinhos<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <em>provérbio chinês</em><br /><br />espetei o dedo<br />no fuso da roca<br /><br />quarenta dias<br />quarenta noites<br />bela, durmo na sombra<br /><br />fera ressurjo<br />bem malferida<br />gritando socorro<br />sangrando<br />no deserto<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-4713982538834199947?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-39543078360813409482010-05-10T12:10:00.004-03:002010-05-11T09:40:27.013-03:00amigos alertam<br />márcio: <em>endosso as palavras de rubens</em><br /><br />primeira vez<br />márcio e eu nos falamos ao telefone<br />declamou poemas <br /><br />por que&nbsp;a maneira mineira<br />palavras <em>sin perder la ternura</em><br />têm peso enorme pra mim?<br /><br />nem dada, nem pedida<br />em nome do bem<br />aguardo o&nbsp;instante<br />da liberdade<br /><br />márcio e suas palavras firmes:<br /><em>cai fora!</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-3954307836081340948?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-56110530664308323472010-05-09T14:02:00.002-03:002010-07-31T20:05:16.973-03:00<strong>DISKMAMÃE</strong>&nbsp;emudecido para sempre<br />24 de julho de 2007<br />8h5 manhã nublada, chorosa<br />em meus tímpanos<br />voz de minha mãe ao telefone<br />juraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa<br /><br />nunca mais, meu deus<br />voz acalentadora <br />calava choros<br />aplacava dores<br />exultava nas alegrias<br /><br />em&nbsp;meu coração hoje, mãe<br />juraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa<br />melodia-<em>mom</em> suave<br />alento na solidão,&nbsp;lágrimas, mudez do telefone<br />juraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-5611053066430832347?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-23835594276254747352010-05-09T12:15:00.008-03:002010-07-31T20:08:44.647-03:00maior dor do mundo<br />à&nbsp;mãe, se perde filho por suicídio<br />minha mãe sofreu maior dor mundo<br /><br />não fui suficiente para dar a ela<br />maior felicidade do mundo<br />se ofereci algo<br />meu coração <br />na bandeja<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-2383559427625474735?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-8262797627165385822010-05-09T12:12:00.007-03:002010-07-31T20:12:32.378-03:00mãe<br />promessa ainda de pé<br /><br />na próxima vida<br />serei sua mãe<br />retribuirei à senhora<br />todo legado recebido<br /><br />não ria<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-826279762716538582?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-32492622433683720722010-05-05T14:53:00.009-03:002010-07-31T20:13:52.674-03:00vagando pela casa<br />barata no melado<br />sou eu<br /><br />óculos?<br />perco muito os&nbsp;óculos<br /><br />não é distração, desleixo<br />lentes não ampliam<br />eu realmente quero ver<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-3249262243368372072?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-71826009259932620352010-04-29T17:21:00.004-03:002010-07-31T20:08:01.404-03:00sapinho saliente<br />&nbsp; cai no balde<br />&nbsp; água sanitária<br /><br />&nbsp;tento salvá-lo<br />lágrima cândida<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; embalde<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-7182600925993262035?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-1891540526280089542010-04-29T15:21:00.002-03:002010-07-31T20:14:34.450-03:00&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; coração contrito<br />&nbsp;acolhe finado sapinho<br />&nbsp;perdão,&nbsp;era tão bonito<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-189154052628008954?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-89277461668902791852010-04-29T15:05:00.004-03:002010-07-31T20:05:56.902-03:00ei, descanse em paz<br />no leito deste berço-rio<br />meu amigo -- aqui jaz<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-8927746166890279185?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-8909976187804600652010-04-16T14:57:00.003-03:002010-07-31T20:13:09.587-03:00eu andava de ônibus<br />via pela janela<br />carro ao lado, no semáforo<br />mão bonita acionando a chave<br /><br />tende piedade de mim, senhor<br />casa inundada<br />eu andava de ônibus<br />no longo percurso<br />não sonhava com automóveis, apartamentos<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-890997618780460065?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-64770953823174721732010-04-16T14:22:00.007-03:002010-07-31T20:16:06.530-03:00galinha do vizinho<br />bota ogivas<br />mesmo depois de morta<br /><br />o vizinho não quer bandeira branca<br />galinha rende bom caldo -- pensam os cães<br /><br />provoco -- beligerante!<br />ele repete e repete a palavra<br />apontando pontos em guerra<br />dentro de mim<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-6477095382317472173?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-32915990503894785102010-03-27T15:58:00.000-03:002010-03-28T12:23:37.684-03:00<strong></strong><br /><strong>Márcio Almeida</strong><br /><br /><strong>Ai de ti, Haiti!</strong><br /><strong>Cloaca da miséria a perguntar ao mundo<br />se Deus existe.<br />Entulho da morte, pátria do caos.<br />Ai de ti, carniça viva<br />a dar azia em urubu.<br />Nação a mando do diabo,<br />do açúcar acre, do carvão sem cinza,<br />do exército cômico para deleite de Guerrit Verschuur,<br />da vida a menos de um dólar,<br />da única universidade soterrada no desconhecimento<br />de sua fragilidade sísmica.<br />Ai de ti, cemitério a céu aberto<br />como seus esgotos, suas heresias no Palácio dos Milagres,<br />suas feridas abertas na História,<br />suas dinastias que Papa e Baby DOCumentam o horror da desgraça<br />que não cessa,<br />seu jugo estrangeiro a quem em inglês, francês, espanhol ou vudu<br />exauriu seu solo, furtou seu pouco de nada, anulou seu futuro.<br />O inferno pó-moderno teve seu apocalipse trêmulo<br />e chama-se Haiti.<br />Subserviência sob domínio da fome,<br />Terra morta por terremoto,<br />entre saques e violência,<br />povo sem sinapse com o real,<br />em fuga sem para onde,<br />aeroporto sem destino,<br />Porto Príncipe sob a realeza mundo-cão.<br />Que os seus mortos adubem a esperança,<br />que seus políticos de mentira aprendam com a finitude,<br />que suas ajudas humanitárias<br />reconstruam o que seu povo nunca teve,<br />que suas ruínas ensinem a ouvir<br />entre vozes de concreto o apelo<br />de barrigudinhos-catarrentos,<br />que seu cheiro pútrido chegue aos salões de festa,<br />às mesas fartas, aos bunkers dos G8,<br />aos cultos e aos discursos dos poderosos.<br />Ai de ti, Haiti!<br />Agora que a Natureza te riscou do mapa<br />e abalou o alicerce do planeta,<br />e que o mundo, solidário ao seu castigo por existir<br />escravo de tudo e todos,<br />possa, Haiti, vingar como veneno tardio<br />a única certeza de Deus não morrer antes<br />de um dia te ver feliz.</strong><br /><br /><br />Contato do <strong>Márcio Almeida,</strong> em <strong>Biografia.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-3291599050389478510?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-38273287073788070322010-03-25T14:45:00.012-03:002010-07-31T20:04:30.702-03:00quando primeiros raios de sol <br />beijam as dicksonias sellowianas<br />vou até o córrego <br />procurar meu corpo<br />desovado<br />boiando<br /><br />medo de acontecer<br />escrevo coisas<br />premonitórias<br /><br />melhor buscar no espaço sideral<br />contato imediato <br />com marciano<br /><br />certa de encontrar<br 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Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-40516891215306130082010-02-04T17:15:00.007-02:002010-09-04T21:01:06.052-03:00grande corredor corre<br />no pequeno corredor<br />do apartamento<br /><br />aposta corrida só<br />vestido de nada<br />coberto de risada<br />se superando<br />para ser mais super<br /><br />na próxima olimpíada<br />no pódium<br />haja medalhas<br />haja l ouros<br />vovó vai babá<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-4051689121530613008?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-91616517223728642482010-02-04T17:11:00.006-02:002010-07-31T20:17:08.505-03:00acordei tarde neste domingo<br />lá pelas 10<br /><br />liguei o rádio nas alturas<br />lá pelos 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Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-46835134549088057932009-12-31T09:42:00.002-02:002010-07-31T20:11:41.464-03:00cinco minutos<br />pra nova década<br /><br />os cãe assustados<br />buscando meu colo<br />fogos estourando seus tímpanos<br />e meus<br /><br />também eu<br />rogo por silêncio<br />ano novo sem artifícios<br />sem artes<br />nos ofícios<br /><br />silêncio para rogar<br />por meus irmãos<br />encarcerados<br />dentro e fora<br />das prisões<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-4683513454908805793?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-61078337089954866932009-12-19T23:13:00.002-02:002010-07-31T20:07:25.612-03:00rasgo<br />engasgo<br />na espinha<br /><br />em plena<br />era de aquário<br />magali comendo<br />peixe do aquário<br /><br />era de peixes<br />já era<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-6107833708995486693?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-16286504460318191002009-12-16T11:31:00.005-02:002010-07-31T20:06:48.808-03:00se não vir<br />em minha poesia<br />amor<br />redenção<br />alegria<br />compaixão<br />paz<br /><br />vale a pena<br />(se) olhar de novo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-1628650446031819100?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-76486308777218255752009-12-14T01:32:00.003-02:002010-07-31T20:03:43.035-03:00madrugada<br />barulho fora<br />medo salta<br />aos olhos<br /><br />solto<br />cachorros<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-7648630877721825575?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-41644377209327006152009-12-13T17:12:00.003-02:002010-07-31T20:01:29.996-03:00belo dia<br />habitaremos<br />o planeta Doce<br /><br />lá, irmãos são irmãos<br />não são parte<br />de cardápios<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-4164437720932700615?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' 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patinhas<br />batismo nas moedas<br />na corrida do ouro<br /><br />nos mistérios<br />também elevado<br />sai na frente<br /><br />dá pista<br />eike batista<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-3029746992717158189?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-78397936536090467142009-11-21T21:41:00.008-02:002010-07-31T19:58:35.247-03:00bem me lembro<br />jorge alegre tocava e cantava madalena<br />we can work it out<br />when i'm sixty-four<br />eu, nos meus dezessete<br />achava máximo o inglês dele<br />jorge, ídolo de sempre<br />o máximo<br /><br />meus irmãos celso, élcio<br />tocavam violão na garagem<br />celso cantava nuvem passageira<br />na rua na chuva na fazenda<br />beatles<br />every single day<br /><br />os dez negrinhos agora são sete<br />beatles love songs<br />cristal bonito<br />aí vem<br />mais nuvem<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-7839793653609046714?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-49931441546047752202009-11-21T21:28:00.010-02:002010-07-31T19:56:24.854-03:00dona olívia<br />no leito de morte<br />me pediu duas vezes<br /><em>"não se case mais</em><br /><em>alguém tem de cuidar da família"</em><br /><br />feito bebê<br />quase bebel<br />começou chorare, mamãe<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-4993144154604775220?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-88539408820253902402009-10-21T12:52:00.013-02:002010-09-04T21:02:39.359-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDUXALIAqjA/Suesa6U4GBI/AAAAAAAAAFg/vhswz6owBRA/s1600-h/bruxado51.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397472256760223762" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDUXALIAqjA/Suesa6U4GBI/AAAAAAAAAFg/vhswz6owBRA/s320/bruxado51.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 234px;" /></a>perdigotos do ângelo<br />no bolo<br /><br />velinhas<br />para a velhinha vegana<br /><br />sim, comi a cinderela<br />cheia de graça<br />cheia de glacê<br />cheia de guspe<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-8853940882025390240?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-1757515006093551242009-10-14T13:13:00.012-03:002010-11-22T10:38:45.622-02:00a armando freitas filho<br /><br />seu olhar<br />me custou noites sem sono<br />pela profundidade<br />da tristeza<br /><br />cada um é filho único<br />d'O Criativo<br /><br />setenta anos? who cares?<br />morte? who cares?<br /><br />se&nbsp;morremos aqui<br />nascemos lá<br />se morremos lá<br />nascemos aqui<br />assim vamos<br />e venhamos<br /><br />posso fazer algo por você?<br />o meu melhor ao teu olhar<br /><br />gentian - esperança<br />sweet chesnut - consolo<br />white chesnut - calma mental<br /><br />find the good<br />find the good<br />find the good, amado armando<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-175751500609355124?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-50762165593631675692009-09-22T12:58:00.006-03:002010-07-31T19:46:20.280-03:00roberto carlos é teresa da praia<br />esqueçam o roberto, mulherada<br />caiam(os) na real <br /><br />então vamos<br />cair<br />no caetano<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-5076216559363167569?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-56361293089772023412009-05-19T23:23:00.008-03:002009-05-21T22:13:11.878-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDUXALIAqjA/ShXoFifKH_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/gOI821AxG2o/s1600-h/tn.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 103px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IDUXALIAqjA/ShXoFifKH_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/gOI821AxG2o/s400/tn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338428115172073458" /></a><br />Foto: Rita Elisa Seda.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">coração de menino</span><br /><br /><br />ele - incógnita<br />impossível saber<br />que pensa, sente<br />sempre de costas<br />a quem o olha<br />esperando compreender<br />coração<br />coberto de gelo<br />derretível<span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-5636129308977202341?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-43344090746649192442009-05-19T23:22:00.001-03:002009-05-20T17:54:54.101-03:00meu eleito<br />e tantos anônimos distantes<br /><br />meu coração chora<br />estamos juntos<br />numa tela retratados<br />nós - você e eu<br />esperança<br />sob manto pura emoção<br />vermelho<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-4334409074664919244?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-55842375158247950772009-05-19T23:20:00.001-03:002009-05-20T00:07:57.800-03:00tantos rostos<br />na multidão<br />ela vê<br />só um <br />olho no olho<br /><br />mostra os lábios<br />vermelhos<br />sérios<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-5584237515824795077?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-91649074893522096792009-05-19T23:19:00.002-03:002009-12-05T19:30:56.232-02:00dez homens<br />abraçaram<br />beijaram esta mulher<br /><br />ele conta os homens<br />um a um<br />dez pretinhos<br /><br />mulher atenta<br />julgando<br />condenando<br />apenas com olhar<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-9164907489352209679?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-5673501980864258772009-05-19T23:16:00.005-03:002009-12-05T19:33:56.823-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDUXALIAqjA/ShNoMNfRmqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/SA1ToemYWHI/s1600-h/Digitalizar0015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337724542352726690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IDUXALIAqjA/ShNoMNfRmqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/SA1ToemYWHI/s320/Digitalizar0015.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Foto: Rita Elisa Seda.<br /><br /><br /><br />feto no regaço<br />da família<br /><br />repouso<br />merecido<br />nunca houve<br />e a inocência<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-567350198086425877?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-12678421478230733242009-05-19T23:15:00.000-03:002009-05-19T23:16:54.237-03:00a mãe<br />olhar perdido<br />vê o filho <br />cor-de-rosa<br />recém-nascido<br /><br />mão espalmada<br />no peito do pai<br />pura gratidão <br />aos céus<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-1267842147823073324?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-89388126846391260992009-05-19T23:13:00.000-03:002009-05-19T23:15:03.662-03:00a ternura do filho<br />para com os pais<br /><br />por favor<br />a volta ao colo<br />abrigo do útero<br />almejado<br />para o retorno<br />mais puro mais puro<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-8938812684639126099?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-51676271918865879722009-05-19T23:11:00.000-03:002009-05-19T23:13:07.358-03:00pai escuro<br />mãe clara<br />filho rosado<br /><br />sono profundo<br />adormecido<br />em colo esplêndido<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-5167627191886587972?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-64146027871430023772009-05-19T23:08:00.002-03:002009-05-20T15:13:55.277-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDUXALIAqjA/ShNmXJXziAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/U9OYEMmWWns/s1600-h/Digitalizar0014.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDUXALIAqjA/ShNmXJXziAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/U9OYEMmWWns/s320/Digitalizar0014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337722531202959362" /></a><br />Foto: Rita Elisa Seda.<br /><br /><br /><br />homem entre bois<br />não há diferença<br /><br />sombra dos bois<br />sombra do homem<br />não há diferença<br /><br />vida segue<br />para os bois<br />tanto quanto para homens<br />na sombra<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-6414602787143002377?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-69625893139452016082009-05-19T23:07:00.000-03:002009-05-19T23:08:45.984-03:00vida singela<br />dia claro<br />céu muito azul<br /><br />mastro se mostra<br />pinheiro verdes<br /><br />ruminar a vida<br />tão distante<br />tão de perto<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-6962589313945201608?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-43646295113194139292009-05-19T23:06:00.001-03:002009-12-05T19:27:48.007-02:00perdido entre bois<br />novilhas<br />casa da fazenda<br />antena<br /><br />encontrar-se um dia<br />com o antigo dono dos bois<br />ser capaz<br />de fazer acordos<br />de cavalheiros<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-4364629511319413929?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294203884534424460.post-82019757151629934472009-05-19T23:02:00.003-03:002009-05-22T04:15:15.939-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDUXALIAqjA/ShNlb2uU7hI/AAAAAAAAAEY/2Fw0T7NsCzg/s1600-h/Digitalizar0019.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IDUXALIAqjA/ShNlb2uU7hI/AAAAAAAAAEY/2Fw0T7NsCzg/s320/Digitalizar0019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337721512584867346" /></a><br />Foto: Rita Elisa Seda.<br /><br /><br /><br />seres suplicantes<br />uivando<br />desesperados, solitários<br />ao deus que imaginam<br />tê-los abandonado<br /><br />faces aterrorizadas<br />bocas se abrindo<br />esperando maná<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294203884534424460-8201975715162993447?l=juracyribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juracy Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159837002862956950noreply@blogger.com0