tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90811701265053005802011-12-01T09:41:32.761-08:00ESTE É UM ESPAÇO PARA TEMAS RELACIONADOS À POESIA E OUTROS TIPOS DE TEXTOS.MARCOS FERNANDEShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09880088058531226050noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081170126505300580.post-86629015514548512382008-09-13T16:44:00.001-07:002008-09-13T16:50:36.430-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G7RdBsp4288/SMxQfo5yT5I/AAAAAAAAABU/Xp1GB2XGdcc/s1600-h/marcos+e+lisa,+interior+férias+2007+030.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245656170465742738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G7RdBsp4288/SMxQfo5yT5I/AAAAAAAAABU/Xp1GB2XGdcc/s320/marcos%2Be%2Blisa,%2Binterior%2Bf%25C3%25A9rias%2B2007%2B030.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">El grande comandante<br />Muerte es nuestro destino<br />Pampas y selvas<br />Vida o muerte<br /><br />Aquí es nuestro destino<br />Luchamos por nuestros hermanos<br />Moriremos asesinados o de hambre<br />Vida o muerte<br /><br />Montañas y pampas<br />Lucha por libertad<br />Sueños de todos<br /><br />Brasileños, Cubanos, Mexicanos<br />Somos todos clandestinos<br />Muerte es nuestro destino<br /><br /></span><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081170126505300580-8662901551454851238?l=marcopoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MARCOS FERNANDEShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09880088058531226050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081170126505300580.post-32660496674469406742008-09-13T16:42:00.001-07:002008-09-13T16:53:22.301-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G7RdBsp4288/SMxP_uXDutI/AAAAAAAAABM/zaOMPGaw7uc/s1600-h/v-for-vendetta.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245655622174882514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G7RdBsp4288/SMxP_uXDutI/AAAAAAAAABM/zaOMPGaw7uc/s320/v-for-vendetta.jpg" width="373" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">Os rios cortam<br />As cidades,<br />Nas cidades as navalhas<br />Cortam gargantas.<br /></span><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081170126505300580-3266049667446940674?l=marcopoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MARCOS FERNANDEShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09880088058531226050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081170126505300580.post-91532369075596411602008-09-13T16:39:00.000-07:002008-09-13T16:54:38.573-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G7RdBsp4288/SMxPgnLSzKI/AAAAAAAAABE/z_6nwTBvYFM/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&shy;tulo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245655087670545570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G7RdBsp4288/SMxPgnLSzKI/AAAAAAAAABE/z_6nwTBvYFM/s320/sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo.jpg" width="202" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Nas veias de carteiro,<br />Há sempre um poeta.<br />Dos loucos perdidos,<br />Frases indiscretas.<br /><br />No papel apenas palavras,<br />Muitas vezes incompreendidas,<br />Em outras perdidas.<br />Amores ilimitados.<br /><br />Versos em paradoxos,<br />Perdidos e desesperados<br />De jeito ortodoxos.<br /><br />A vida é igualar-se ao porto,<br />Onde problemas são ancorados<br />E os grandes poetas esquecidos. </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081170126505300580-9153236907559641160?l=marcopoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MARCOS FERNANDEShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09880088058531226050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081170126505300580.post-885621029794810652008-09-09T21:12:00.000-07:002008-09-13T16:57:38.045-07:00<span style="font-size:180%;"></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G7RdBsp4288/SMdN8KkUcmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Z6jcwjCQynI/s1600-h/marcos+e+lisa,+interior+férias+2007+150.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244245987120411234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G7RdBsp4288/SMdN8KkUcmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Z6jcwjCQynI/s320/marcos+e+lisa,+interior+f%C3%A9rias+2007+150.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">O inferno é aqui,<br />Pois ontem vi<br />O diabo<br />De terno e gravata<br />Entrando no palácio<br />Do planalto.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081170126505300580-88562102979481065?l=marcopoetico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MARCOS FERNANDEShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09880088058531226050noreply@blogger.com0