tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49551403145590845132024-03-12T21:35:25.219-07:00UM POETA DE PONTA - OficialJonas Furtadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281746319484048927noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955140314559084513.post-2793915469640911342017-09-29T16:14:00.001-07:002017-09-29T16:14:36.263-07:00Um poeta de Ponta - PROSA: IDH<a href="http://umpoetadepontaprosa.blogspot.com.br/2010/11/idh.html?m=1">Um poeta de Ponta - PROSA: IDH</a>Jonas Furtadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281746319484048927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955140314559084513.post-89969873637244734392017-09-25T16:34:00.003-07:002017-09-25T16:34:39.258-07:00Um mundo alelo para...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Como
era possível que ele soubesse o que ocorria? Está preso a um mundo de três
dimensões e sequer intui sobre. E como costume, veste sua roupa de caminhada e
segue ao rumo da estrada para queimar calorias advindas dos excessos do dia
anterior. O observador o observa. Leva a mão no peito, tenta respirar forte,
tenta tossir: está tendo um ataque. Um passante o acode. Depois outro. Razões
são especuladas. Corpo viril, força nos braços, mas um ataque! Cai. Um carro
para, o toma e segue para o hospital... Fulminante! A notícia se espalhou pelos
meios.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Como
era possível que eu soubesse o que ocorria? Vivo apenas e pouco penso nisso. E
como de costume, vou caminhar! Queimar calorias. Comi muito ontem na festa da
Ju. Não dou por quem possa estar me observando... Vou. Mas decido pela calma
porque uma leve pontada ensaia no peito, ao que levo a mão. Dou meia volta já
sem esforço algum. Um caminhante passa, me cumprimenta. Depois outro. Minhas razões
são esquecidas. Tenho força nas pernas e nos braços. Um auto passa com pressa!
Talvez percebesse alguma agitação em seu interior. Fiquei o dia todo sem redes
sociais.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666;"><em>by Jonas Furtado</em></span></div>
Jonas Furtadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281746319484048927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955140314559084513.post-63874292733649320402017-07-20T06:57:00.000-07:002017-07-20T06:57:08.154-07:00Trovamigos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">E lembra de julho o vinte<br /> Que nesta vida de luta<br /> Não deve faltar o ouvinte<span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span></span><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /><span style="font-size: large;"> - aquele que bem escuta.</span></span><br />
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"nós é nós"<br /> Nós somos nós <br /> nós são nós <span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> nós e Nós </span></div>
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Jonas Furtadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281746319484048927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955140314559084513.post-7593540885109835312017-07-05T09:01:00.002-07:002017-07-05T12:34:15.419-07:00Trovaçaí<div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" id="id_595d0a346fc6c4f54491800">
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de terra o nosso açaí<br />
é de fora e vira o rosto<span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> pra as coisas boas daqui.</span><br />
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então faço a minha trova<br />
quem puder, vamos embora<br />
de terra o gosto? É uma ova!<br />
pois não dar apreço agora.</div>
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ou com peixe ou camarão<br />
adubado com farinha<br />
falo sério, só verão<br />
que não é farofa minha.</div>
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com ele se faz sorvete<br />
pudim e se faz mingau<br />
se não aprovar, cacete!<br />
de jeito, cara de pau.</div>
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<span style="color: #666666;"><em>By Jonas Furtado</em></span></div>
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<img height="64" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ceKyk1BtjKU/WV0_BkpZSUI/AAAAAAAABww/vlnIM417-lAyHYUPFabIDsEvULnF8X0ZQCLcBGAs/s1600/tROVA%25C3%2587A%25C3%258D.jpg" style="left: 538px; opacity: 0.3; position: absolute; top: 54px;" width="96" />Jonas Furtadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281746319484048927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955140314559084513.post-39218296365464128342017-02-23T14:11:00.000-08:002017-02-23T14:15:42.221-08:00Retinas dos anos 70<div data-block="true" data-contents="true" data-editor="51rih" data-offset-key="9hfqh-0-0">
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<span data-offset-key="c02jn-0-0"><span data-text="true">sinto porque vi</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="c1c91-0-0"><span data-text="true">sei porque aspirei</span></span><br />
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<span data-offset-key="f6ff6-0-0"><span data-text="true">Revejo no caderno velho</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="5lc9r-0-0"><span data-text="true">todos os meus poemas</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="el3kt-0-0"><span data-text="true">velhice, sandice e novidade pequena</span></span><br />
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<span data-offset-key="8u3nf-0-0"><span data-text="true">De que são feitos os filmes das retinas</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="cops9-0-0"><span data-text="true">os poemas no caderno afiançam-me estas tintas</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="42nob-0-0"><span data-text="true">que em memórias transformei</span></span><br />
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<span data-offset-key="edhu5-0-0"><span data-text="true">Devo transplantar de suporte - o filme envelhecido</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="51qkb-0-0"><span data-text="true">e a alma do poema aparecerá</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="dn01i-0-0"><span data-text="true">não mais palpável como a açucena</span></span><br />
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<span data-offset-key="cgeot-0-0"><span data-text="true">Trago na mente da minha avó o olhar</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="62n4m-0-0"><span data-text="true">- sereno pouso nos postes de madeira -</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="3ubfo-0-0"><span data-text="true">e uma poesia invisível dentro da luz que amei</span></span></div>
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Jonas Furtadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281746319484048927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955140314559084513.post-14657060047765966792017-02-17T16:20:00.001-08:002017-02-17T16:27:15.420-08:00Poema do inverno<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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faço poema no inverno<br />
as letras, as palavras postas no papel<br />
o papel posto no varal dos sonhos<span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span><br />
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o tempo e o vento flamulam-no<br />
se resistir, fica a poesia - alma que dilui as intempéries<br />
roupa com que visto os meus dias</div>
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faço poema do inverno<br />
os sonhos na chuva pedem sol ameno<br />
ao menos o tempo, meu espaço, segue pirilampo...</div>
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<em><span style="color: #999999;">por JONAS FURTADO</span></em></div>
Jonas Furtadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281746319484048927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955140314559084513.post-28372089487532832082017-02-02T05:36:00.003-08:002017-02-02T05:48:12.075-08:00Via Láctea<br />
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É assim. Quando a água estiver quase fervendo, acrescenta-se o pó de café, colher a colher, até que a consistência não fique rala ou muito densa; dilua homogeneamente. Acrescenta-se açúcar e mexa leve e longamente.<br />
A imagem formada na superfície do caldo – pedaço do universo antes do filtro.<br />
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<span style="color: #999999;">by Jonas Furtado</span></div>
Jonas Furtadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281746319484048927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955140314559084513.post-87873296057508646632017-01-26T07:21:00.003-08:002017-01-26T07:21:38.062-08:00Motivo da caneta<div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" id="id_588a1281c8b038482588356">
OUTRO ACHADO MEU, DO TEMPO EM QUE ESTAVA TREINANDO SER POETA. RSRSRS - VAMOS LÁ!<br />
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<a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SnORpvF4wW4/WIoTrUqLN3I/AAAAAAAAA48/tVN02PZM9qswihApHlucStWady7FMv6ewCLcB/s1600/20170126_120234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SnORpvF4wW4/WIoTrUqLN3I/AAAAAAAAA48/tVN02PZM9qswihApHlucStWady7FMv6ewCLcB/s200/20170126_120234.jpg" width="112" /></a> Dou-te motivo para escrever<span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> Esse mundo não pode esquecer<br /> Dou-te motivo para lembrar<br /> Lembar que esse mundo tem que amar</span><br />
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Dou-te motivo para escrever<br /> Existe criança pra crescer<br /> Dou-te motivo até pra cantar<br /> Cantar pra esse mundo, e não calar</div>
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Minha caneta, pensa já em ser<br /> A vara de condão pra fazer<br /> Vobrar uma alegre canção no ar</div>
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Dou-te motivo, mesmo a sonhar<br /> E um mundo bem melhor conhecer<br /> E isto eu gostaria de escrever.</div>
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<span style="color: #999999;"><em>(by Jonas Furtado - 1995)</em></span></div>
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Jonas Furtadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281746319484048927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955140314559084513.post-22241017327458155752017-01-18T16:05:00.000-08:002017-01-25T16:29:58.249-08:00Uma máquina extraviada de Ponta<a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PuyNL34yo5c/WIlC41r8K8I/AAAAAAAAA4k/JQ_hFWXYEvguYkdAsg8aOYKSr9myWEd1gCLcB/s1600/Uma%2Bm%25C3%25A1quina%2Bextraviada%2Bde%2BPonta.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="149" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PuyNL34yo5c/WIlC41r8K8I/AAAAAAAAA4k/JQ_hFWXYEvguYkdAsg8aOYKSr9myWEd1gCLcB/s200/Uma%2Bm%25C3%25A1quina%2Bextraviada%2Bde%2BPonta.png" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Olhava para a máquina de gelo... Que gelo! Um bloco
branco a abrasar meu semblante.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Ainda se lembrava do que lera: “A máquina
extraviada”, de José J. Veiga. E a mesma necessidade dessa a sua vista – a
vista!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Pensou: instalada perto da ponte,
ficaria prática a serventia – os barcos aportariam e abasteceriam... O pescado
nas geleiras duraria tempo de chegar, de vender, de preparar e de comer... Mas
só pensou. Serventia, nada!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Com os momentos se fotografando no disco
rígido da história, aquela máquina de gelo, bloco frio pesando no esquecimento,
passou a ser monumento erguido a algo que precisamos destacar, sopesando. E que
nenhum corrupto venha levar as peças! E que nenhum gigolô destrate a peça de
sua serventia! Qual?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">_ Mas como?! - indignou-se um.</span></div>
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Jonas Furtadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01281746319484048927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4955140314559084513.post-88877463170684615452017-01-03T16:47:00.000-08:002017-01-03T16:50:35.897-08:00Do coração...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Querendo um barulho<span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> facilmente ser escrito<br /> fiz dele um embrulho<br /> para ele fazer bonito...</span><br />
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Não é um barulhinho</div>
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Que aos poucos me levando vai o momento</div>
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Este que lhe causou um pensativo feito</div>
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Em transcrever-me como nada - então tento"</div>
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Encontrei um poeminha inacabado, dos tempos de escola... Idos dos anos 90.<br />
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o aroma fresco e bom<br />
levando a um leve tom<br />
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quero vê-lo encrespado<br />
pelo vento assanhado<br />
brilhando com o sol<br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">_ Ela é feia... Mas as pétalas viçosas me
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">_ Não falei que toda flor tem sua beleza,
abelhudo!<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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coisa inocente de menino<br />
E se este é seu ancoradouro<br />
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Cômodos, casa, tudo. Tudo já foi dado à luz. Refletir é paródia!</span></div>
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