tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184626562012-01-19T09:03:02.641-02:00Espaço onde publicarei minhas pinturas e também algumas coisas relacionadas à arte.Marcos Pinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00351183533380916803noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18462656.post-76576151621403586462012-01-03T18:28:00.003-02:002012-01-03T18:54:49.874-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xdG_HEDCQHY/TwNq_n1PWKI/AAAAAAAAAKs/_nlUZdjyyaw/s1600/foto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xdG_HEDCQHY/TwNq_n1PWKI/AAAAAAAAAKs/_nlUZdjyyaw/s400/foto.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><b>Só</b><br /><br />O sofrimento existe<br />As almas gritam<br />Não dá pra descrever<br />Em lindas frases<br />De um poema doce<br />Escritas pra você<br />Já não existe amor<br />Minha vida está cheia<br />Dessa alma tão vazia<br />Olhos me vigiam<br />Não quero sofrer<br />Só, vou me despedir<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18462656-7657615162140358646?l=marcospina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcos Pinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00351183533380916803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18462656.post-38684623563003101822012-01-03T17:56:00.004-02:002012-01-03T18:08:23.369-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oBD-8GkAz_k/TwNdSX4nVcI/AAAAAAAAAKI/n1cB-qxR0MY/s1600/quarto%252Bescuro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="250" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oBD-8GkAz_k/TwNdSX4nVcI/AAAAAAAAAKI/n1cB-qxR0MY/s400/quarto%252Bescuro.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><b>Olhos fechados</b><br /><br />Com a chegada da noite<br />A estrada se alonga<br />No ar o cheiro do mato<br />Olhos parados observam<br />Onde chegarei?<br />Os olhos não falam<br />Apenas observam<br />Murmuros no escuro<br />Não não vejo mais nada<br />Seria melhor ficar?<br />Não existe mais saída<br />Eu não quero parar<br />Um calafrio me toma<br />Enfim adormeço<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18462656-3868462356300310182?l=marcospina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcos Pinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00351183533380916803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18462656.post-38470897972161607292012-01-03T17:39:00.001-02:002012-01-03T17:39:52.053-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rVKDq9DBz8k/TwNZR8na6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/j4GDwD9x77g/s1600/palhaco_triste.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rVKDq9DBz8k/TwNZR8na6XI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/j4GDwD9x77g/s400/palhaco_triste.jpg" width="362" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><b>Marcas</b><br /><br />Hoje vi o meu rosto<br />Triste, magro<br />Olhos fundos, vazios<br />Boca amarga<br />Mãos cançadas, calejadas<br />Coração que bate em vão<br />Aconteceu tão rápido<br />Eu não percebi<br />Tudo mudou<br />Onde foi que me perdi?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18462656-3847089797216160729?l=marcospina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcos Pinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00351183533380916803noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18462656.post-25278426476119940612012-01-03T17:17:00.003-02:002012-01-03T17:28:10.456-02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-urv4dh1XGXo/TwNUN9ezrGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/GduLOc0Cdww/s1600/livre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-urv4dh1XGXo/TwNUN9ezrGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/GduLOc0Cdww/s400/livre.jpg" width="400" /></a><b>&nbsp;</b><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><b>A busca </b><br /><br />Alma descontente<br />Onde está o amor de Deus?<br />Alma comovida, ferida<br />Abandonada pelo mundo<br />Em busca de uma vida<br />Para ser absorvida<br />Uma vida simples, mortal<br />Com suas preocupações<br />Seus mistérios obscuros<br />Seus sofrimentos<br />Uma alma buscando vida<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18462656-2527842647611994061?l=marcospina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcos Pinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00351183533380916803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18462656.post-54252719856704645652012-01-03T17:05:00.003-02:002012-01-03T17:06:57.568-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osIxXBT8jqY/TwNRl62AJ_I/AAAAAAAAAJY/1FV-sV2Izvc/s1600/fuga.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="278" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osIxXBT8jqY/TwNRl62AJ_I/AAAAAAAAAJY/1FV-sV2Izvc/s400/fuga.jpg" width="400" /></a><b>&nbsp;</b><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><b>Fuga</b><br /><br />– Fugir?<br />– Sim<br />– De onde?<br />– Daqui<br />– Prá lá?<br />– Talvez<br />– De tudo?<br />– Ou nada<br />– Mesmo?<br />– Sim, vá<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18462656-5425271985670464565?l=marcospina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcos Pinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00351183533380916803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18462656.post-67854128644938485082012-01-03T16:20:00.009-02:002012-01-03T16:45:13.747-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SdvYTDlBijQ/TwNDQLLy5PI/AAAAAAAAAIE/pvNZaF19uC8/s1600/4a348515ee6b69609c46234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SdvYTDlBijQ/TwNDQLLy5PI/AAAAAAAAAIE/pvNZaF19uC8/s640/4a348515ee6b69609c46234.jpg" width="568" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><b>O fim?</b><br /><br />Não sabia de mais nada<br />Nem da própria vida<br />Tudo era confuso, cinza<br />Uma grande névoa<br />Queria ir embora dali<br />Embora pra onde? <br />Simplesmente embora<br />Talvez do mundo<br />Talvez da sua vida<br />Ir<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18462656-6785412864493848508?l=marcospina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcos Pinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00351183533380916803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18462656.post-40104635121318997722009-10-27T12:35:00.003-02:002012-01-03T18:00:45.561-02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ryGcpbNpO8k/SucFQPI7MqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/4qyMd88V_0k/s1600-h/fota.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397288454926840482" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ryGcpbNpO8k/SucFQPI7MqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/4qyMd88V_0k/s400/fota.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 267px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 400px;" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><b>Bandeira 2</b><br /><br />Uma corrida rápida por ruas sinuosas e desertas.<br />Ruas estreitas passando entre prédios.<br />Me acompanhando, uma música quase inaudível.<br />A corrida termina. O taximetro para.<br />Do lado de fora, enormes condomínios, várias janelas.<br />Cortinas de notícias antigas.<br />Muitos olhos e nada pra ver.<br /><i><span style="color: white;">_ </span><br /></i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18462656-4010463512131899772?l=marcospina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marcos Pinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00351183533380916803noreply@blogger.com1