tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84344861321583859552024-03-04T22:29:43.957-08:00Menina na JanelaMaria Clara Laporthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704994979005825877noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434486132158385955.post-44533412957739543122010-12-28T13:40:00.001-08:002010-12-28T13:40:34.230-08:00SilêncioO silêncio é o falar das borboletas.Maria Clara Laporthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704994979005825877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434486132158385955.post-1249128553651513212010-12-28T13:39:00.001-08:002010-12-28T13:39:33.751-08:00QuererÉ quando a vontade te deixa tonto.Maria Clara Laporthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704994979005825877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434486132158385955.post-56731008065307634332010-12-28T13:38:00.001-08:002010-12-28T13:38:52.145-08:00AlegriaÉ quando o seu rosto mostra os dentes sem querer.Maria Clara Laporthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704994979005825877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434486132158385955.post-33866118346062439152010-12-28T13:37:00.000-08:002010-12-28T13:37:45.091-08:00VidaÉ um tiro no peito,<br />
Só que ao contrário.Maria Clara Laporthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704994979005825877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434486132158385955.post-90564859762306125742010-06-09T10:02:00.001-07:002010-12-28T13:36:23.842-08:00:.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqp7bgBmB6-n2jcw8TIp8uWT_GchgQu02xD6CUfN7-LjWWhhaJtSQs-OS3OLa1f86Hs0GVzKMPqqPvH2qoitXD72UMQulvm_bRdAhBkPieHwADQA4P655M9h0V4RgsuYmObml5g5Y-WeBY/s1600/mais+um.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="287" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqp7bgBmB6-n2jcw8TIp8uWT_GchgQu02xD6CUfN7-LjWWhhaJtSQs-OS3OLa1f86Hs0GVzKMPqqPvH2qoitXD72UMQulvm_bRdAhBkPieHwADQA4P655M9h0V4RgsuYmObml5g5Y-WeBY/s400/mais+um.bmp" width="400" /></a></div>Maria Clara Laporthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704994979005825877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434486132158385955.post-68202360439087692732010-04-20T16:43:00.001-07:002010-04-20T16:47:29.273-07:00Solidão<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTMQsb5on9xGaD9vLyWW_YQkIRuqYZC_9moE-3YqEhEu95CKZwxLUrVJtADr4Xo9-oOVfak9_3qjK6Ga7hDi2v0AgpZ_WaAQHn34MKojUB2ntX4eTbJmuYQAIjRK827jWWWCGxqYsrNI8b/s1600/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC05545.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTMQsb5on9xGaD9vLyWW_YQkIRuqYZC_9moE-3YqEhEu95CKZwxLUrVJtADr4Xo9-oOVfak9_3qjK6Ga7hDi2v0AgpZ_WaAQHn34MKojUB2ntX4eTbJmuYQAIjRK827jWWWCGxqYsrNI8b/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC05545.JPG" width="372" wt="true" /></a></div>Maria Clara Laporthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704994979005825877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434486132158385955.post-67810451404843541392010-04-20T16:34:00.001-07:002010-04-20T16:37:16.366-07:00...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGXFmycEMxmdjl4DSPh6Jduwg8TYwURrENe_zdeudGfLHtLZlTAEVcOEUlTNWbM7ElNwu-Wf5oyUr7uQFpiR895xdZWDXBy3gSEitPYE6yqzjf-srR59xSb8wdIiM90E-lsCuzKKmPTq_h/s1600/pronto+pra+postar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGXFmycEMxmdjl4DSPh6Jduwg8TYwURrENe_zdeudGfLHtLZlTAEVcOEUlTNWbM7ElNwu-Wf5oyUr7uQFpiR895xdZWDXBy3gSEitPYE6yqzjf-srR59xSb8wdIiM90E-lsCuzKKmPTq_h/s400/pronto+pra+postar.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /></a></div>Maria Clara Laporthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704994979005825877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434486132158385955.post-73990342187882826322010-03-21T19:03:00.000-07:002010-03-22T12:06:11.530-07:00:<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Maria Clara Laporthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704994979005825877noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434486132158385955.post-38477150637527479842010-02-10T15:06:00.000-08:002010-02-23T17:17:37.399-08:00Poesia Sobre NadaAgora só falta fazer<br />
Uma poesia sobre gatos<br />
Outra sobre ratos<br />
Uma sobre ratoeira <br />
E uma outra sobre queijeira<br />
Uma sobre geleira e talvez uma sobre geladeira<br />
Quem sabe uma sobre mamadeira?<br />
E sobre uma menina amedeira amadora<br />
Que adora dor de cabeça<br />
E que também é meio doida!<br />
E isso parece uma coisa,<br />
Quanto mas a gente escreve,<br />
Mais a gente gasta folha!<br />
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2009<br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Maria Clara Laport</span>Maria Clara Laporthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704994979005825877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434486132158385955.post-80427774719635518872010-02-10T14:57:00.000-08:002010-02-23T17:13:30.120-08:00Ser PoetaSer poeta é respirar palavras,<br />
Lançar versos ao vento<br />
Cochichar no ouvido dos surdos<br />
Ver razão na linguagem dos loucos<br />
Desencantar em-cantos<br />
Encantar desencantos.<br />
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2008<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"> Maria Clara Laport</span>Maria Clara Laporthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704994979005825877noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434486132158385955.post-76566997679891312010-01-21T12:55:00.000-08:002010-02-23T17:14:00.486-08:00O tempoNo meu quarto vejo o tempo passar<br />
Ali desperdiço o presente, fico sentada<br />
Parada.<br />
Sem nada fazer.<br />
<br />
Fico sozinha<br />
Trancada.<br />
<br />
Mas hoje,<br />
Meus olhos boquiabriram-se<br />
Pois vi.<br />
Meu pensamento voa<br />
Em bolas de sabão.<br />
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5 de agosto de 2008<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Maria Clara Laport</span>Maria Clara Laporthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06704994979005825877noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8434486132158385955.post-59475269476438034102009-12-20T09:21:00.000-08:002010-02-23T17:14:40.473-08:00InstanteÀs vezes sinto,<br />
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uma melancolia de cada instante,<br />
Mas às vezes<br />
Não<br />
pois o momento é maior,<br />
Maior do que cada instante.<br />
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<br />
O momento é feito de instantes,<br />
Instantes maiores que eu,<br />
Há instantes maiores<br />
e menores<br />
Instantes marcantes<br />
e instantes que passam em branco.<br />
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<br />
Um dia desses cheguei a uma conclusão:<br />
odeio instantes,<br />
Instantes são como vidro.<br />
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3 de outubro de 2008<br />
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