tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68175154095717827592011-11-08T10:05:36.265-08:00para matar o tédio e as baratasEzter Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251323424613987782noreply@blogger.comBlogger441100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817515409571782759.post-49624741107569387922011-11-06T07:16:00.000-08:002011-11-06T07:24:27.033-08:00foto: Mery Lemos<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ubSxzqVDDBQ/TralIgTuVuI/AAAAAAAAAGA/5gsGls3yzuo/s1600/blog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ubSxzqVDDBQ/TralIgTuVuI/AAAAAAAAAGA/5gsGls3yzuo/s320/blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671902346249918178" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817515409571782759-4962474110756938792?l=pancadadevento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ezter Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251323424613987782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817515409571782759.post-66661411748095964342011-11-06T07:15:00.001-08:002011-11-06T07:19:18.327-08:00Carnes duras na manhã de cimento<br />pés descalços <br />com a fome de todos os dias<br />sem a euforia necessária ao grito<br />Tudo se cala<br />somente o silêncio de um urubu <br />em móbile de fios de nylon <br />Nesse céu de sabão em pó<br /><br />(Ezter Liu)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817515409571782759-6666141174809596434?l=pancadadevento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ezter Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251323424613987782noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817515409571782759.post-43989941326593625382011-05-17T14:35:00.000-07:002011-05-17T15:02:29.260-07:00foto: Mery lemos<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-75hU4eiOs-0/TdLrPTP7K0I/AAAAAAAAAFo/WBmvyuTRMkw/s1600/Imagem%2B142.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-75hU4eiOs-0/TdLrPTP7K0I/AAAAAAAAAFo/WBmvyuTRMkw/s320/Imagem%2B142.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607803134127319874" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817515409571782759-4398994132659362538?l=pancadadevento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ezter Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251323424613987782noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817515409571782759.post-56254464555795380612011-05-17T14:12:00.000-07:002011-05-17T14:51:22.255-07:00Alguma preguiça <br />sei que escorre dessa calha <br />com salmos, saldo, látex, molas e orçamentos gratuitos<br /><br />Os nervos nos eixos <br />e a velha fome de canto de unha<br />Vingativa... quando fica escuro<br />Faço tudo caber<br />no meu frasco de perfume<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817515409571782759-5625446455579538061?l=pancadadevento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ezter Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251323424613987782noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817515409571782759.post-49743137895397360982010-04-09T05:47:00.001-07:002010-04-09T05:51:39.232-07:00foto: Juliano Holanda<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUSrVy08iRI/S78ia7EfX9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/jRAtpqNZMVk/s1600/bed+blog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUSrVy08iRI/S78ia7EfX9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/jRAtpqNZMVk/s320/bed+blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458119119324798930" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817515409571782759-4974313789539736098?l=pancadadevento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ezter Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251323424613987782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817515409571782759.post-35200578471602208622010-04-09T05:43:00.000-07:002010-04-09T05:46:51.431-07:00Enroscar as coxas <br />na colcha de retalhos<br /><br />e catar os cacos <br />do frasco no chão<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817515409571782759-3520057847160220862?l=pancadadevento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ezter Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251323424613987782noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817515409571782759.post-39732593295110150462010-01-11T11:18:00.000-08:002010-01-11T11:27:07.923-08:00foto: mery lemos<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUSrVy08iRI/S0t7VN9rKBI/AAAAAAAAAFA/6-neE1i-fJ8/s1600-h/DSC01107.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425565780553705490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUSrVy08iRI/S0t7VN9rKBI/AAAAAAAAAFA/6-neE1i-fJ8/s320/DSC01107.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817515409571782759-3973259329511015046?l=pancadadevento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ezter Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251323424613987782noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817515409571782759.post-79358157178221563242010-01-11T11:16:00.000-08:002010-01-11T11:18:34.775-08:00<div align="justify">Há dias assim. Em que é preciso. Que os cristais escorreguem da estante. E os livros mofem na prateleira. Há dias. Em que é preciso. Que o juízo todo vire absurdo impensável. E certezas velhas virem idéias vagas. Dissolução de valores. Desarmamento de braços. De ombros. De ancas. Profusão de caleidoscópio. Entre ácido ócio vício e vértice. Sobre o cáustico e o caótico. Entre as pernas e as sobras. Sobre os olhos e a fresta. Há dias assim. Em que é preciso. Considerar o tamanho da alma na dimensão do alpendre. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817515409571782759-7935815717822156324?l=pancadadevento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ezter Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251323424613987782noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817515409571782759.post-91247668301300258912009-12-30T10:29:00.000-08:002009-12-30T10:30:26.408-08:00foto: mery lemos<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUSrVy08iRI/SzucK7T9SJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/WVBsRkMfyOA/s1600-h/DSC00365.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421098288004548754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUSrVy08iRI/SzucK7T9SJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/WVBsRkMfyOA/s320/DSC00365.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817515409571782759-9124766830130025891?l=pancadadevento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ezter Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251323424613987782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817515409571782759.post-31962046589179522882009-12-30T10:28:00.001-08:002009-12-30T10:28:58.251-08:00Tardes de donzela<br />Noites de vilã<br /><br />Nuns dias come<br />noutros oferta a maçã<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817515409571782759-3196204658917952288?l=pancadadevento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ezter Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251323424613987782noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817515409571782759.post-20145317967307909302009-12-17T12:07:00.000-08:002009-12-17T12:15:02.963-08:00foto: mery lemos<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUSrVy08iRI/SyqQ-tNv4MI/AAAAAAAAAEw/eZEobJ6yce8/s1600-h/DSC00097.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416300908829991106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUSrVy08iRI/SyqQ-tNv4MI/AAAAAAAAAEw/eZEobJ6yce8/s320/DSC00097.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817515409571782759-2014531796730790930?l=pancadadevento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ezter Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251323424613987782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817515409571782759.post-56771422252923125152009-12-17T11:53:00.000-08:002009-12-17T12:01:49.507-08:00O lodo seca nas calçadas em dezembro<br />não estamos mais úmidos<br />nem ávidos<br />por nós<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817515409571782759-5677142225292312515?l=pancadadevento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ezter Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251323424613987782noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817515409571782759.post-38234671136690446732009-09-23T11:43:00.000-07:002009-09-23T11:46:24.577-07:00foto: mery lemos<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUSrVy08iRI/Srps2v9l65I/AAAAAAAAAEI/I2wOsO-ZrEQ/s1600-h/DSC01512.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384735992318389138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUSrVy08iRI/Srps2v9l65I/AAAAAAAAAEI/I2wOsO-ZrEQ/s320/DSC01512.JPG" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817515409571782759-3823467113669044673?l=pancadadevento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ezter Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251323424613987782noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817515409571782759.post-60192011539853638582009-09-23T11:37:00.001-07:002009-09-23T11:43:30.501-07:00MATÉRIA<br /><br />- O amor é feito de quê?<br />De rima, de musgo<br />e de lápis para pintar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817515409571782759-6019201153985363858?l=pancadadevento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ezter Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251323424613987782noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817515409571782759.post-63148551811293050692009-09-04T09:23:00.000-07:002009-09-04T09:27:13.682-07:00foto: mery lemos<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUSrVy08iRI/SqE_YgTi1iI/AAAAAAAAAEA/xb2XrlvY1Es/s1600-h/DSC09406.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377649120278402594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUSrVy08iRI/SqE_YgTi1iI/AAAAAAAAAEA/xb2XrlvY1Es/s320/DSC09406.JPG" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817515409571782759-6314855181129305069?l=pancadadevento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ezter Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251323424613987782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817515409571782759.post-70889648959238033652009-09-04T09:21:00.000-07:002009-09-04T09:22:44.001-07:00Na frente da porta minutos atrás<br />considerava<br />a possibilidade do passo...<br />A mulher e as coisas hesitavam juntas: em conjunção.<br /><br />O colar azul<br />os saltos<br />o calcanhar<br />hesitavam...<br /><br />Absorta<br />concatenava nuvens e limões<br />em desvario<br />de chuva ácida<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817515409571782759-7088964895923803365?l=pancadadevento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ezter Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251323424613987782noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817515409571782759.post-40843468762380692682009-07-28T12:00:00.000-07:002009-07-28T12:04:36.943-07:00foto: mery lemos<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUSrVy08iRI/Sm9LsiKybFI/AAAAAAAAADw/T2NV__1t4MY/s1600-h/DSC00117+(2).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363588909679930450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUSrVy08iRI/Sm9LsiKybFI/AAAAAAAAADw/T2NV__1t4MY/s320/DSC00117+(2).JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817515409571782759-4084346876238069268?l=pancadadevento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ezter Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251323424613987782noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817515409571782759.post-68890008170016110142009-07-28T11:59:00.000-07:002009-07-28T12:00:28.772-07:00o coturno<br />(que uso para esmagar com os pés as coisas)<br />tem me pesado esses dias<br />quisera fosse ele delicada sapatilha<br />para saltar as poças<br /><br />por causa da chuva<br />todos os ônibus dizem não<br /><br />bebo rios de solidez pelos ouvidos<br />continuo distraída por desopção<br /><br />cega de nascença, eu...<br />leprosa, esporádica<br />com gelo e sal.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817515409571782759-6889000817001611014?l=pancadadevento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ezter Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251323424613987782noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817515409571782759.post-9504292164501881322009-07-14T05:26:00.000-07:002009-07-14T05:27:47.465-07:00foto: mery lemos<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUSrVy08iRI/Slx5q-Yip_I/AAAAAAAAADo/tzW8X98YYps/s1600-h/DSC09736.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358291435871447026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUSrVy08iRI/Slx5q-Yip_I/AAAAAAAAADo/tzW8X98YYps/s320/DSC09736.JPG" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817515409571782759-950429216450188132?l=pancadadevento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ezter Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251323424613987782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817515409571782759.post-54487134826306587122009-07-14T05:25:00.001-07:002009-07-14T05:25:32.461-07:00Não tendo mais o que fazer<br />fez as malas<br />e foi.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817515409571782759-5448713482630658712?l=pancadadevento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ezter Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251323424613987782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817515409571782759.post-40658019869916489082009-06-11T13:02:00.000-07:002009-06-11T13:07:54.728-07:00foto: mery lemos<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUSrVy08iRI/SjFj_X1vZuI/AAAAAAAAADg/7ZMDvXNdMjg/s1600-h/para+leu.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346164173047817954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUSrVy08iRI/SjFj_X1vZuI/AAAAAAAAADg/7ZMDvXNdMjg/s320/para+leu.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817515409571782759-4065801986991648908?l=pancadadevento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ezter Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251323424613987782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817515409571782759.post-84855916209230585502009-06-11T12:59:00.001-07:002009-06-11T13:02:47.771-07:00<div align="justify">como poderiam ser as coisas... como? em que galeria ou bar... em que ônibus? em que esgoto ou cabaré encontraria... onde?.. em que fresta... fenda... em que estante? misturado com musgo ou lama? quem sabe marcando páginas... quem sabe peso de papel... o tempo... as cores todas de todas as coisas... os fatos... a vergonha o véu. todos os fatos. todos. misturados na cabeça quase não oca. quase. a tarde é lenta... inspiro o cheiro do caju... tinjo o olfato... inspiro idéias medos pessoas chocolates cafés amargos... inspiro... sou o meu entorno sou o meu umbigo meu desejo... sou minhas unhas encravadas... nem sei mais o que seria? o quê? anáguas... ceras... sofás... vestidos carmim? saltos... propostas... invasão? talvez assentamento... como findar? no ocaso... na paisagem? na porta de trás... no beco? como? na ciranda... no adro? no meio fio escarpado? não sei... como findar? –diga.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817515409571782759-8485591620923058550?l=pancadadevento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ezter Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251323424613987782noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817515409571782759.post-16253156975750009282009-05-06T10:52:00.001-07:002009-05-06T10:53:44.180-07:00foto: mery lemos<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332770433619129938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUSrVy08iRI/SgHOdISS9lI/AAAAAAAAADY/9HwC1H1Y8tk/s320/DSC09985.JPG" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817515409571782759-1625315697575000928?l=pancadadevento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ezter Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251323424613987782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817515409571782759.post-21307896261581279392009-05-06T10:35:00.000-07:002009-05-06T10:42:20.460-07:00Meu olho estranho espreita a fenda<br />Meu olho estranha a mesa posta<br />Tranca na porta<br />Folha no varal<br />Trinco na taça<br />Falha na espiral<br />Por um triz e a cismar:<br />- Cada gole em seu devido lugar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817515409571782759-2130789626158127939?l=pancadadevento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ezter Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251323424613987782noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817515409571782759.post-59327943624848568012009-04-17T12:16:00.000-07:002009-04-17T12:27:57.028-07:00foto: mery lemos<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUSrVy08iRI/SejVth009lI/AAAAAAAAADE/8F3HxqgoKSc/s1600-h/DSC06416.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325741537516385874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUSrVy08iRI/SejVth009lI/AAAAAAAAADE/8F3HxqgoKSc/s320/DSC06416.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817515409571782759-5932794362484856801?l=pancadadevento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ezter Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251323424613987782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817515409571782759.post-31123219684991528592009-04-17T12:11:00.001-07:002009-04-17T12:11:39.285-07:00Sou uma mulher sob o sol <br />E isso não é simples<br />Com sapatos<br />Sem remorsos<br />Com todos os vazios<br />De que é possível se encher<br />Com colares<br />Sem respostas<br />Com todas as escolhas<br />Possíveis de se adiar<br />Sou uma mulher sob o sol<br />E minto.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817515409571782759-3112321968499152859?l=pancadadevento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ezter Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251323424613987782noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817515409571782759.post-43498192147532755152009-03-17T11:20:00.001-07:002009-03-17T11:21:55.011-07:00foto: mery lemos<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUSrVy08iRI/Sb_qIE9c2OI/AAAAAAAAAC8/NPjoNDNH2BU/s1600-h/talo.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314223509811812578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUSrVy08iRI/Sb_qIE9c2OI/AAAAAAAAAC8/NPjoNDNH2BU/s320/talo.JPG" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817515409571782759-4349819214753275515?l=pancadadevento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ezter Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251323424613987782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817515409571782759.post-20167996577471527832009-03-16T09:42:00.000-07:002009-04-08T12:08:26.974-07:00<span style="color:#000000;">TOLERÂNCIA<br /><br />Para cada um dos sete pecadores<br />- setenta vezes sete perdões<br />Para os castos e puros<br />- os rigores da lei.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817515409571782759-2016799657747152783?l=pancadadevento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ezter Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251323424613987782noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817515409571782759.post-19668897426336877552009-02-19T08:01:00.000-08:002009-02-19T08:04:02.380-08:00foto: Mery Lemos<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUSrVy08iRI/SZ2Clq-eTuI/AAAAAAAAACk/sg2bM9DMRYY/s1600-h/tralha.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304539519815405282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUSrVy08iRI/SZ2Clq-eTuI/AAAAAAAAACk/sg2bM9DMRYY/s320/tralha.JPG" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817515409571782759-1966889742633687755?l=pancadadevento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ezter Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251323424613987782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817515409571782759.post-54473422596578070282009-02-17T04:58:00.000-08:002009-06-10T08:03:22.440-07:00<span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">TRALHA</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33cc00;"><span style="color:#000000;">Do que você precisa? de uma casa, abrigo, carapaça? Do quê? De um ombro? Ouvidos? Precisa de ares, de mares, de muros? Do quê? Diga! De filhos? De força? De aparelho de jantar? De móveis para arrastar? Você precisa de dentes? De garras? Precisa de razão? De segunda opinião? De um tempo? De um parque de diversão? Você precisa de um leque? Um box fumê? Um prato para bolo? Bolas de isopor? De latas vazias? Pedaços de fio? Caixas? Retalhos? Revistas? Você precisa do molho? Da raiz forte? Precisa da berinjela? Restos de linha, zíperes? Auto-falantes recondicionados? Precisa da cadeira? Precisa da persiana? Do corrimão? De um pouco mais de tesão? Precisa da poeira? Do lodo? Você precisa do toldo? Diga! Do quê? -das garrafas, ou do algodão doce? -do furo, ou do remendo no fundo? Do quê? Das provas antigas? Do clipe? Da liga? Precisa? Vinis? Disquetes? Cassetes antigas? Precisa da cutícula? Tijolos? Cacos? (mosaico?) Precisa dos rascunhos? Do bloco? Do pote com botões? Você precisa das sacolas plásticas? Do ralo? Do brinco que perdeu o par? Precisa de sapatos, de gatos? Diga! Do que você precisa? Precisa do banco de trás? Da calha? Da folha? Precisa dos copos de requeijão? Precisa da festa? Da taça? Ou do chão? Diga? De inglês? De hispano-alemão? Você precisa de alarme? De badalo? De pinguelo? O quê, então? Você precisa comparecer? Recadastrar? Apertar o botão? Fazer login? Ir? Voltar? Precisa parar pra poder pensar? Diga! Do que você</span> <span style="color:#000000;">precisa?</span> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817515409571782759-5447342259657807028?l=pancadadevento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ezter Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251323424613987782noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817515409571782759.post-39890886140935428572009-01-12T05:12:00.000-08:002009-01-12T05:15:09.064-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUSrVy08iRI/SWtCMWh38YI/AAAAAAAAACc/NZQlosDb7MI/s1600-h/DSC02747.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290394967250301314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUSrVy08iRI/SWtCMWh38YI/AAAAAAAAACc/NZQlosDb7MI/s320/DSC02747.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817515409571782759-3989088614093542857?l=pancadadevento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ezter Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251323424613987782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817515409571782759.post-34790185551418216112008-12-01T07:39:00.000-08:002008-12-01T07:40:07.108-08:00<div align="center">Giz<br /><br />No branco cabe tudo<br />Cabe silêncio e<br />Cabem palavras<br />O branco das nuvens e luas<br />Branco de séculos e<br />alvas luzes<br />O branco abriga o horizonte<br />e o alpendre<br />Abriga as horas<br />e a insônia<br />No branco entorno de olhares<br />Passeiam peixes, aves, aventais<br />Deslizam sedas e lençóis<br />O branco outubro de cal e parede rachada<br />O branco de rosas<br />e lírios<br />Branco de espaços<br />e manhãs<br />Destina o velho<br />Imemorável, desnudo e puro<br />No branco, página infértil<br />Cabem rendas, respingos<br />E pouco suor<br />O branco de alameda deserta<br />O branco de prata<br />e espuma<br />De laços chumaços<br />e algodão<br />De galho seco enfim,<br />de tarde estalando<br />No branco de areia<br />Pegadas, conchas e pequenos seixos<br />Branco de ausências<br />De fundo de tela e véu<br />O branco alvura de anil alvejante<br />Luz de sol porém<br />Algum meio-dia<br />Vida em branco<br />Branco de paisagem nenhuma<br />de velas apagadas, estéreis<br />No branco o abrigo de rancores<br />Saudades, partidas e vagas<br />Abrigo de notas, de acordes<br />Olhos fechados, contas mal feitas<br />O branco do eco dos passos<br />Na noite da rua deserta<br />Medo estampado e branco<br />O salto e o solo: manhã. Tudo é ainda recente e branco<br />Caberiam livros, talvez<br />Talvez pássaros<br />...O nascer de homens e de pássaros é branco...<br />O branco é a porta<br />Da gaiola<br />Aberta<br />ao<br />nada <br /><br />(Liu)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817515409571782759-3479018555141821611?l=pancadadevento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ezter Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251323424613987782noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817515409571782759.post-67624697812032483172008-11-14T08:14:00.000-08:002008-11-14T08:17:09.124-08:00foto: Mery Lemos<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268547844122858914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUSrVy08iRI/SR2kWasX1aI/AAAAAAAAACU/RxRpVIPOY38/s320/073.JPG" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817515409571782759-6762469781203248317?l=pancadadevento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ezter Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251323424613987782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817515409571782759.post-21689650153126874222008-11-14T08:09:00.000-08:002008-11-14T08:14:36.834-08:00Piso na areia<br />Com a bexiga cheia<br />Não há postes na aldeia<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUSrVy08iRI/SR2jNuXh_MI/AAAAAAAAACM/aJM_RW_ckhU/s1600-h/073.JPG"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817515409571782759-2168965015312687422?l=pancadadevento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ezter Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251323424613987782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817515409571782759.post-20484005655480891602008-11-05T10:59:00.000-08:002008-11-05T11:04:17.269-08:00foto: Mery Lemos<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUSrVy08iRI/SRHt_meIMwI/AAAAAAAAACE/SIx_nLkCxMo/s1600-h/DSC06676.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265251116287275778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUSrVy08iRI/SRHt_meIMwI/AAAAAAAAACE/SIx_nLkCxMo/s320/DSC06676.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817515409571782759-2048400565548089160?l=pancadadevento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ezter Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251323424613987782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817515409571782759.post-20508609520450234912008-10-31T17:22:00.000-07:002008-11-04T07:47:33.707-08:00Os números diziam coisas óbvias que ela<br />Contudo não compreendia<br />O tempo e a direção das coisas eram um mistério<br />Não sabia de que lado vinha o vento, por não saber de que lado vinha o sol<br />Nas pernas de louça uma força de macho<br />Nas costas envergadas um peso<br />suportável<br />No silêncio que trazia consigo: todas as palavras do mundo<br />E o mundo<br />Este<br />Não era possível descrever<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817515409571782759-2050860952045023491?l=pancadadevento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ezter Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251323424613987782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817515409571782759.post-19505089894579152742008-10-13T06:23:00.000-07:002008-10-13T06:24:04.867-07:00foto: mery Lemos<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUSrVy08iRI/SPNL36TJM8I/AAAAAAAAABU/uHg43Ze-XGg/s1600-h/DSC06065.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256628613985940418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUSrVy08iRI/SPNL36TJM8I/AAAAAAAAABU/uHg43Ze-XGg/s320/DSC06065.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817515409571782759-1950508989457915274?l=pancadadevento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ezter Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251323424613987782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817515409571782759.post-13446754061354550192008-10-13T06:17:00.000-07:002008-10-13T06:22:05.567-07:00<span style="font-family:georgia;">Em estado de céu </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">-pleno de lágrimas suspensas</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Ela sonda o verso</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">-esquivo e fraco.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Filtra o tempo entre fronhas azuis</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">e olha solene a flor que pendula </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">no arco de secos galhos</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817515409571782759-1344675406135455019?l=pancadadevento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ezter Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251323424613987782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817515409571782759.post-80612392039169587932008-10-11T17:02:00.000-07:002008-10-11T17:10:03.664-07:00foto: Mery Lemos<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUSrVy08iRI/SPFARI-xZ_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/kpYnSBZ6Pkw/s1600-h/009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256052903330801650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nUSrVy08iRI/SPFARI-xZ_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/kpYnSBZ6Pkw/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817515409571782759-8061239203916958793?l=pancadadevento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ezter Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251323424613987782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817515409571782759.post-26787712299291248982008-09-26T07:07:00.001-07:002008-09-26T07:07:50.828-07:00... nesses dias áridos<br />Eu<br />cíclica<br />somente espero<br />-E o tempo implacável sorri...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817515409571782759-2678771229929124898?l=pancadadevento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ezter Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251323424613987782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817515409571782759.post-68566102117100903902008-09-26T06:34:00.000-07:002008-10-11T17:00:49.281-07:00foto: Mery Lemos<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUSrVy08iRI/SNzlLTSUyJI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2TBhF0Vz6DE/s1600-h/086.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250323247925610642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUSrVy08iRI/SNzlLTSUyJI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2TBhF0Vz6DE/s320/086.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817515409571782759-6856610211710090390?l=pancadadevento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ezter Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251323424613987782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817515409571782759.post-32562605961728667362008-09-02T07:47:00.001-07:002008-09-02T07:47:59.377-07:00E só agora as coisas tomam forma de ostras e bumerangues, são prematuras e tardias, são de se arrepender e se orgulhar, são minha cara e careta, são “serás”.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817515409571782759-3256260596172866736?l=pancadadevento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ezter Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251323424613987782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817515409571782759.post-90833631097547802272008-09-02T07:40:00.000-07:002008-10-11T17:01:59.195-07:00foto: Ezter Liu<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUSrVy08iRI/SL1Q_UJnqXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BHjV5DPSkvY/s1600-h/01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241434590000163186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUSrVy08iRI/SL1Q_UJnqXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BHjV5DPSkvY/s320/01.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817515409571782759-9083363109754780227?l=pancadadevento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ezter Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251323424613987782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6817515409571782759.post-91180760071496792292008-08-28T09:34:00.001-07:002008-08-29T07:12:32.559-07:00Dentes Sensíveis<br /><br />O amor<br />é o umbu<br />mais verde que já chupei<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6817515409571782759-9118076007149679229?l=pancadadevento.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ezter Liuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251323424613987782noreply@blogger.com3