tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56833333750490654972011-08-01T15:28:25.732-03:00Jeane Dalbohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04834506019361627238noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5683333375049065497.post-79583133794133148922010-02-09T10:26:00.000-02:002010-02-09T21:47:55.570-02:00deixei cair o fio<br />fez-se<br />estrada<br /><br />deixei cair linha<br />fez-se<br />ponte<br /><br />deixei cair círculo<br />fez-se<br />bicicleta<br /><br />atravessamos!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5683333375049065497-7958313379413314892?l=sentarnovazio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jeane Dalbohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04834506019361627238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5683333375049065497.post-75321640461686581152009-05-10T16:09:00.004-03:002009-05-10T16:33:54.445-03:00Está aqui<br />agarrado à janela<br />morrendo de sede<br />subindo e descendo<br />com jatos de delírio<br /><br />Choca-se com o vidro, quer entrar<br />o invisível separa um só mundo<br />abro m-e-u <br />deixo o calor encontrar o frio <br /><br />Não quer entrar<br />pode permitir-se dormir ao relento<br />sua casa e a minha são as mesmas<br />nossas ilusões são as mesmas?<br /><br /><br />Jeane Dalbo [<strong>O Vaga Lume</strong>]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5683333375049065497-7532164046168658115?l=sentarnovazio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jeane Dalbohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04834506019361627238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5683333375049065497.post-53440818693981795742008-11-23T10:54:00.006-02:002009-05-10T16:33:03.689-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyQoRnesiRA/SSlTNe1KuWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/k9uzO9rNB-o/s1600-h/teacup.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 98px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyQoRnesiRA/SSlTNe1KuWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/k9uzO9rNB-o/s200/teacup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271836329893345634" /></a><br /><br />xi<br />a xícara de chá<br />olhe<br />está<br />transbordando<br /><br />quem será<br /><br />a xícara<br />ou o chá<br /><br />que transborda<br /><br />Jeane Dalbo [<strong>Xícara Zen </strong>]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5683333375049065497-5344081869398179574?l=sentarnovazio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jeane Dalbohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04834506019361627238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5683333375049065497.post-32146288886311428002006-10-06T22:21:00.002-03:002009-05-10T16:32:18.431-03:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WyQoRnesiRA/R2VIXK3FE_I/AAAAAAAAABE/cfR0Bcs-Q3w/s1600-h/HPIM0770.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WyQoRnesiRA/R2VIXK3FE_I/AAAAAAAAABE/cfR0Bcs-Q3w/s200/HPIM0770.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144597712230224882" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />1.Mandou flores<br /> um cartão:<br /> "Esqueça o presente!"<br /><br />2.Há barco atracado<br /> à espera.<br /> Quem virá?<br /><br />3.Um aquário<br /> bóia<br /> Arrastado por mãos<br /> Velas dançam<br /> no oceano selvagem.<br /><br />Jeane Dalbo [<strong>Barco à Mão </strong>[<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5683333375049065497-3214628888631142800?l=sentarnovazio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jeane Dalbohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04834506019361627238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5683333375049065497.post-63030871518233459282006-06-02T21:06:00.001-03:002009-05-10T16:30:36.438-03:00tenho flores<br />vermelhas<br />desenhadas<br />em minhas<br />meias<br />sem meio<br />termo<br />resignadas<br />e nada<br />as fará melhor<br />elas nasceram<br />para serem<br />meias<br />flores<br /><br />Jeane Dalbo [<strong>Flores nas Meias</strong>]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5683333375049065497-6303087151823345928?l=sentarnovazio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jeane Dalbohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04834506019361627238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5683333375049065497.post-39281485136628904732006-04-24T16:07:00.001-03:002011-03-21T11:08:06.688-03:00Nascosto<br />nasconde<br />il mondo sommerso<br />il triste luogo<br />che azzuro fu<br />trovato d´Ulisse<br />dentro in fondo<br />grande<br />grande il regno<br />grande conchiglia<br />che misse l´eroe<br />talmente senz´aria<br />tornare o dimenticare<br />rimanere o partire:<br />sommerso il mondo non rivela.<br /><br />Jeane Dalbo[Nascosto]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5683333375049065497-3928148513662890473?l=sentarnovazio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jeane Dalbohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04834506019361627238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5683333375049065497.post-28839650091081145042006-03-22T23:15:00.000-03:002007-12-16T13:09:22.045-02:00un mundo de gran<br />ventanas<br />abiertas<br />solava<br />dia y noche<br />en mi casa<br />sín ojos, <br />sín oídos, <br />sín boca, <br />sín ano,<br />sín vagina,<br />sín nada para abrir o cerrar,<br />el universo he tragado todo.<br /><br />Jeane Dalbo [Ventana]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5683333375049065497-2883965009108114504?l=sentarnovazio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jeane Dalbohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04834506019361627238noreply@blogger.com0