http://ewlyrika.blogdrive.com/ e.w.l.y.r.i.k.a Fri, 02 May 2008 08:05:01 PDT http://www.blogdrive.com Copyright 2008. Poetry http://ewlyrika.blogdrive.com/archive/13.html Thu, 05 Jul 2007 06:22:23 GMT Tem dias em que a lua é só um satélite, uma criança é só um adulto que ainda não cresceu, e uma flor não passa de um vegetal. Dias há em que meus chinelos servem apenas para proteger meus pés do frio e da poeira que se acumula no chão da minha casa, e minha escova de dentes precisa tão-somente ser trocada. Dias em que uma foto antiga é só o registro de um momento sem lembrança, em que um telefonema no meio da noite apenas perturba o sono, e a música toca no rádio nos intervalos das mensagens sem nexo dos locutores. Em que um charuto apenas produz fumaça e mau-cheiro, em... (more) http://ewlyrika.blogdrive.com/comments?id=13 http://ewlyrika.blogdrive.com/archive/12.html Thu, 03 May 2007 16:34:20 GMT Love. A plant – If you remove it from the earth where it first grew - but the roots are untouched or at least preserved - you can plant it somewhere else. Nevertheless, if you take it out and cut the root, it will - like the roses of a bridal bouquet - decorate a room for a while. Eventually, though, fade, meet its doom (lifeless as it is), and die out. http://ewlyrika.blogdrive.com/comments?id=12 http://ewlyrika.blogdrive.com/archive/11.html Wed, 25 Apr 2007 14:07:25 GMT I don't want a rich man. If I wanted a rich man I would have had one. What you don't understand either is that I don't want a mature man. If I wanted a mature man I would have had one. I don't want someone to teach me. Because if I wanted someone to teach me I would have had... someone to teach me. A guy to enrich with. I don't want. And I'm sure - If I did I would have had him! Neither do I want a baby-maker a peace-maker a love-maker a songwriter a... (more) http://ewlyrika.blogdrive.com/comments?id=11 http://ewlyrika.blogdrive.com/archive/10.html Tue, 03 Apr 2007 18:53:02 GMT You're leaving me, I see. You met someone who's bold and fearless and doesn't carry a locked chest with a million ghosts like I do. If you believe she'll make you happy, which I hope she will, go for her, go for your felicity. However, allow me to utter one or two words of advice. Don't depart trusting an illusion, sir: she does have fears. She may not show them now, as she may never. But unless she was not born from a woman and she is not from this planet and she's offered her brain to scientific experiment (which she'll never disclose to... (more) http://ewlyrika.blogdrive.com/comments?id=10 http://ewlyrika.blogdrive.com/archive/9.html Tue, 20 Mar 2007 17:22:06 GMT I kinda miss you kinda hate you kinda love you desperately kinda feel so indifferent it hurts kinda think you and I are just right together kinda realize I and you couldn't be more wrong side by side kinda don't figure how all these feelings can co-exist in or invade one very same heart all at once kinda thinking of you in the middle of an idle Tuesday afternoon can't help but feeling all horny kinda mistrust you kinda believe I know some of your meanings just by sensing kinda feel so nice when we're talking, shagging, kissing, looking at each other's eyes or at some little monkey at a... (more) http://ewlyrika.blogdrive.com/comments?id=9 http://ewlyrika.blogdrive.com/archive/8.html Thu, 28 Sep 2006 22:08:27 GMT Don't take me wrong but I don't love you anymore, not the way I did, not as passionately as desperately as eagerly as before. And I don't believe you love me either. I think you want to love me but you don't really love me. I'm always on your mind, you say but I don't want to be in your mind. I want to be in your heart. Indeed I don't want to be in your heart – not as I ere did. What I mean is if I am to be in someone's organ in someone's body it's in the heart I want to dwell – not in the mind. I don't want anybody to think about me I want somebody to feel... (more) http://ewlyrika.blogdrive.com/comments?id=8 http://ewlyrika.blogdrive.com/archive/7.html Sun, 06 Aug 2006 18:53:15 GMT Quais são, dize-me, as folhas amarelas da tua árvore? Aquelas que, ainda não mortas, ocupam o galho que abrigará outras, verdejantes, num futuro tão próximo quanto incerto? Quais as folhas que, amarelas, quase marrons, não deixas cair, e seguir o destino das folhas caídas? Te afeiçoaste às folhas ícteríticas? Não as queres entre o lixo do mundo, que as pisoteiem os que não as conheceram viçosas, os que vêem na poeira e nas folhas amarelas (que outrora vicejavam) o mesmo chão sob seus desconsiderados pés? Que folhas semi-mortas não queres deixar morrer de vez, curso natural e... (more) http://ewlyrika.blogdrive.com/comments?id=7 http://ewlyrika.blogdrive.com/archive/6.html Wed, 02 Aug 2006 11:54:07 GMT ICH LIEBE DICH!!! Ich Liebe Dich! Ich liebe dich. ich liebe dich ich liebe dich… nicht. http://ewlyrika.blogdrive.com/comments?id=6 http://ewlyrika.blogdrive.com/archive/5.html Mon, 31 Jul 2006 23:52:57 GMT Que cultivaremos, você e eu? Que colheremos na safra? Na entressafra – que haverá – que faremos? Com que adubaremos a terra em que plantaremos? O que plantaremos? Em que solo? Com que sementes o fecundaremos? Às vezes quedo-me perguntadoira… http://ewlyrika.blogdrive.com/comments?id=5 http://ewlyrika.blogdrive.com/archive/4.html Mon, 31 Jul 2006 05:24:11 GMT Eu cansei Tu cansaste Nós cansamos – Transitiva e intransitivamente. http://ewlyrika.blogdrive.com/comments?id=4