tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73828944279297897192024-03-12T22:31:52.185-07:00Poemas Concretos por Sílvia MotaPoeta e Escritora do Amor e da PazSílvia Mota a Poeta e Escritora do Amor e da Pazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09248745027360598811noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382894427929789719.post-4670783668029654182009-07-29T21:55:00.000-07:002011-01-12T00:03:05.977-08:00A paz é fêmea no cio: às vezes mata(?)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgio46Z1HwffNJNMGw6NPNw8_US5TtLGc5E1yMHGPhWJmQEasLaJKtmpFWTwU70BQkgiYqnFsDY9pvu4Xqb6JWd3fCN8ANU0FswzTnK7kwKbPVcCtOkmQSmFj-QyT0DOsIIT4VJsntr4eg/s1600-h/poesiaconcreta-paz-vertical-moldura-estaaquimesmo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgio46Z1HwffNJNMGw6NPNw8_US5TtLGc5E1yMHGPhWJmQEasLaJKtmpFWTwU70BQkgiYqnFsDY9pvu4Xqb6JWd3fCN8ANU0FswzTnK7kwKbPVcCtOkmQSmFj-QyT0DOsIIT4VJsntr4eg/s200/poesiaconcreta-paz-vertical-moldura-estaaquimesmo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432366037150058642" /></a><br /><B>MATA-SE EM NOME DA PAZ OU DO ÓDIO?!!!</B><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil8gLJOKz1Y8d5BCJZUzhU96Q9Hr-ggk_bQSGeMNTyuhay2-PS4bY7Hgn0ECLxZT_onWZSYMRn5c8esuUT44kZgf2mSP0bGJ1mC082rppe09oMMuN24oZvCjOj0GL-J_5GKzltvsULS2o/s1600-h/criancamorta-moldura.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 104px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil8gLJOKz1Y8d5BCJZUzhU96Q9Hr-ggk_bQSGeMNTyuhay2-PS4bY7Hgn0ECLxZT_onWZSYMRn5c8esuUT44kZgf2mSP0bGJ1mC082rppe09oMMuN24oZvCjOj0GL-J_5GKzltvsULS2o/s200/criancamorta-moldura.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432366528683089682" /></a><br /><br /><br />Sílvia Mota.<br />Cabo Frio, 30 de julho de 2009 - 1:53hs.Sílvia Mota a Poeta e Escritora do Amor e da Pazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09248745027360598811noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382894427929789719.post-41695991261125075062009-07-20T18:23:00.000-07:002009-07-20T18:28:13.178-07:00medo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGxycZF1W50iVoleh6jJF2pikwSqDxWEmEHXnjoN7kpBJybRpgPsDuVY4d8xZdmvjFP5Ak0wYRoj9aE4SlcV0uwnWHSchzrCeCNObpdlzX9FWWahA5_GYqugNRqFAFUM74iYAyJxb_-MM/s1600-h/esta-poesiaconcreta+-+medo.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGxycZF1W50iVoleh6jJF2pikwSqDxWEmEHXnjoN7kpBJybRpgPsDuVY4d8xZdmvjFP5Ak0wYRoj9aE4SlcV0uwnWHSchzrCeCNObpdlzX9FWWahA5_GYqugNRqFAFUM74iYAyJxb_-MM/s320/esta-poesiaconcreta+-+medo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360719119969815170" /></a><br /><br /><br />Sílvia Mota.<br />Cabo Frio, 15 de julho de 2009 - 2:43hs.Sílvia Mota a Poeta e Escritora do Amor e da Pazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09248745027360598811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382894427929789719.post-9939902847619435852009-07-20T18:22:00.000-07:002009-07-20T18:23:27.777-07:00nua<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFwo3X6L0ZrDRb0Hav7DzfwqMYLSLjMA3RAcDKMsxkx-e-f_FF-hma7yM3XNvCXaM1jwPExmNFu2B1nK54PzfHEKzR3q4okbQKermuZ7Z9mUOUIs-5VVpjxYNGpBUSYPn-6ClVWKN_Ojs/s1600-h/esta-poesiaconcreta+-+nua.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 122px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFwo3X6L0ZrDRb0Hav7DzfwqMYLSLjMA3RAcDKMsxkx-e-f_FF-hma7yM3XNvCXaM1jwPExmNFu2B1nK54PzfHEKzR3q4okbQKermuZ7Z9mUOUIs-5VVpjxYNGpBUSYPn-6ClVWKN_Ojs/s320/esta-poesiaconcreta+-+nua.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360717788097543090" /></a><br /><br />Sílvia Mota.<br />Cabo Frio, 15 de julho de 2009 - 2:27hs.Sílvia Mota a Poeta e Escritora do Amor e da Pazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09248745027360598811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382894427929789719.post-20680706205752643732009-07-20T18:17:00.000-07:002009-07-20T18:19:37.528-07:00tesão que vem e vai<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8nvjTIxKNbs5rLot7vmT8Vlv3jPm0LmX-MuurCKvpHJUDjWbvImZv2fhq7T1E4xfYXgpRdtOmhBUxs-qPB6iRYBmG8EAV2ex0SjURIitVyEh2Bib0fctScdh5RxaSCbEk3W3Xu-DQ_g0/s1600-h/esta-poesiaconcreta-+tesaoquevemevai.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 247px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8nvjTIxKNbs5rLot7vmT8Vlv3jPm0LmX-MuurCKvpHJUDjWbvImZv2fhq7T1E4xfYXgpRdtOmhBUxs-qPB6iRYBmG8EAV2ex0SjURIitVyEh2Bib0fctScdh5RxaSCbEk3W3Xu-DQ_g0/s320/esta-poesiaconcreta-+tesaoquevemevai.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360716532001955330" /></a><br /><br />Sílvia Mota.<br />Cabo Frio, 15 de julho de 2009 - 2:04hs.Sílvia Mota a Poeta e Escritora do Amor e da Pazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09248745027360598811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382894427929789719.post-57470267896418883002009-07-20T18:11:00.000-07:002009-07-20T18:13:02.915-07:00tesão que vai e vem<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlXhyzUer0AAbLwzkL1J9HQHbXFwA3bO1gb9xgONGqkr2veeNu__BAs4qbm8rMnJXrVRLXLnJ6LmJlBWuWmLlu_Xnfm8TGrEDKaxMUtTL_oHrGuQf1hmhdhdN4aaUYUxP72QXY5qTKQ68/s1600-h/esta-poesiaconcreta-+tesaoquevaievem.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 305px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlXhyzUer0AAbLwzkL1J9HQHbXFwA3bO1gb9xgONGqkr2veeNu__BAs4qbm8rMnJXrVRLXLnJ6LmJlBWuWmLlu_Xnfm8TGrEDKaxMUtTL_oHrGuQf1hmhdhdN4aaUYUxP72QXY5qTKQ68/s320/esta-poesiaconcreta-+tesaoquevaievem.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360715216891025170" /></a>Sílvia Mota a Poeta e Escritora do Amor e da Pazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09248745027360598811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382894427929789719.post-31642674939631428572009-07-20T17:05:00.000-07:002009-07-20T17:08:00.070-07:00meu amor é assimAMORAMORAMOR...<br />.............sollll<br />.............CIOO<br />.............SOMM<br />.............ForçAA<br />.............SilênciO<br />.............VeRdAde<br />.............FRAgORR<br />.............ExultAçããO<br />.............COnstânciiA<br />AMORAMORAMORAMORAMOR.....<br /><br /><br />Sílvia Mota.<br />Cabo Frio, 27 de junho de 2009 - 22:11hs.Sílvia Mota a Poeta e Escritora do Amor e da Pazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09248745027360598811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382894427929789719.post-7621588996021093702009-07-20T16:24:00.000-07:002011-01-12T00:20:46.047-08:00poesia concreta... ou repleta?gin é palavra;<br />gin, saudade em gole;<br />no canto, somente,<br />um gole de gin<br /><br /><br />Sílvia Mota a Poeta e Escritora do Amor e da Paz.<br />Cabo Frio, 20 de junho de 2009 – 22h40.Sílvia Mota a Poeta e Escritora do Amor e da Pazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09248745027360598811noreply@blogger.com1