tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75700611047322826472012-02-16T06:23:15.804-08:00Existo por escrito. Não há espelho que me fixe por inteiro. (Armando Freitas Filho)Maurício Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08373176924438940639noreply@blogger.comBlogger271100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570061104732282647.post-32544659778508566052010-02-02T07:05:00.001-08:002010-02-02T07:05:41.089-08:00Deus<br /> é uma corda.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570061104732282647-3254465977850856605?l=existoporescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08373176924438940639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570061104732282647.post-16142692985060961412010-02-02T06:58:00.000-08:002010-02-02T06:59:16.759-08:00Peco:<br /> tapo os olhos com a mão...<br /> e atiro a primeira pedra.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570061104732282647-1614269298506096141?l=existoporescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08373176924438940639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570061104732282647.post-22248050585227723212010-02-02T06:54:00.000-08:002010-02-02T06:55:12.667-08:00O tempo passa: dissipa-se<br />a fina névoa dos sentimentos...<br /><br />Agora, há apenas tênues fios atados<br />à lembrança.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570061104732282647-2224805058522772321?l=existoporescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08373176924438940639noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570061104732282647.post-34356749937909235802010-02-02T06:52:00.001-08:002010-02-02T06:52:33.730-08:00Cantar o amor:<br />bruto recanto de solidão e dor<br />escrito nos ásperos tijolos de uma parede suja.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570061104732282647-3435674993790923580?l=existoporescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08373176924438940639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570061104732282647.post-18016450916626214622010-02-02T06:46:00.000-08:002010-02-02T06:49:52.817-08:00Esta noite, eu vou te amar de forma correta -<br />um amor duro e voraz: como uma seta...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570061104732282647-1801645091662621462?l=existoporescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08373176924438940639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570061104732282647.post-37179401279022606832010-02-02T06:44:00.000-08:002010-02-02T06:45:53.883-08:00Como é bom lembrar!<br />Mas, de repente, nos damos conta<br />(nos lembramos?)<br />de como é bom esquecer...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570061104732282647-3717940127902260683?l=existoporescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08373176924438940639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570061104732282647.post-71897511163486849692009-10-15T08:35:00.000-07:002009-10-15T08:38:50.335-07:00O tempo corta, qual navalha:<br />retalhando o corpo, esculpindo a alma...<br />De forma - ao mesmo tempo -<br />firme, e falha.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570061104732282647-7189751116348684969?l=existoporescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08373176924438940639noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570061104732282647.post-52901937997791405332009-10-15T08:30:00.000-07:002009-10-15T08:32:13.695-07:00Chama ardente:<br />a decadente flama<br />da dor.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570061104732282647-5290193799779140533?l=existoporescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08373176924438940639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570061104732282647.post-22708607028409093672009-10-15T08:29:00.000-07:002009-10-15T08:30:42.122-07:00Eu tenho para mim um só pecado:<br />aquele de ter feito do homem, deus.<br />Do cheio, oco. Do meio, lado...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570061104732282647-2270860702840909367?l=existoporescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08373176924438940639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570061104732282647.post-10810252677765119072009-10-15T08:25:00.000-07:002009-10-15T08:29:45.735-07:00Cristal<br />que se estilhaça (em crime).<br />E medra, e aperta, e oprime...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570061104732282647-1081025267776511907?l=existoporescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08373176924438940639noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570061104732282647.post-73544624176377405472009-10-07T13:01:00.001-07:002009-10-15T08:21:04.573-07:00Riscos sobre o rosto,<br />como se fossem fugas...<br />Mais do que riscos, sobrerriscos:<br />rugas!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570061104732282647-7354462417637740547?l=existoporescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08373176924438940639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570061104732282647.post-42408869436681106352009-10-07T12:56:00.000-07:002009-10-07T12:57:33.259-07:00Púbis e seios:<br />abandonados<br />aos olhos alheios...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570061104732282647-4240886943668110635?l=existoporescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08373176924438940639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570061104732282647.post-88258944398121588822009-10-07T12:50:00.000-07:002009-10-07T12:51:19.032-07:00A vida é paisagem:<br />passagem...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570061104732282647-8825894439812158882?l=existoporescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08373176924438940639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570061104732282647.post-24849296585137933882009-10-07T12:48:00.000-07:002009-10-15T08:23:04.655-07:00... e fiquei recolhendo os pedaços do nosso amor<br />pelo caminho!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570061104732282647-2484929658513793388?l=existoporescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08373176924438940639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570061104732282647.post-837873511336084522009-09-21T11:22:00.000-07:002009-10-15T08:19:41.854-07:00Amar é um crime perfeito: é como tomar<br />um tiro de ternura no peito...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570061104732282647-83787351133608452?l=existoporescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08373176924438940639noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570061104732282647.post-55732017747990985992009-09-21T11:13:00.000-07:002009-09-21T11:14:10.603-07:00Quand le jour devient trop lourd<br />et je ne veux plus vivre,<br />je dis, d'un coup-de-tour,<br />il faut écrire un livre...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570061104732282647-5573201774799098599?l=existoporescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08373176924438940639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570061104732282647.post-24493127638155344332009-09-21T11:07:00.000-07:002009-09-21T11:15:31.315-07:00A saudade é como a dor:<br />um rasgo, um estrago só!<br />A saudade é um soluço talhado na memória...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570061104732282647-2449312763815534433?l=existoporescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08373176924438940639noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570061104732282647.post-33138350278325264152009-09-21T11:06:00.001-07:002009-09-21T11:06:20.099-07:00A maior vantagem<br />de ser um escritor desconhecido<br />é poder jogar fora – sem culpa – todos os seus escritos...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570061104732282647-3313835027832526415?l=existoporescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08373176924438940639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570061104732282647.post-38771078893119675262009-09-21T11:04:00.000-07:002009-09-21T11:05:26.490-07:00A vida é um carnaval:<br />revolta pacífica da alegria, quilombo da fantasia...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570061104732282647-3877107889311967526?l=existoporescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08373176924438940639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570061104732282647.post-23032428575428166032009-09-21T11:02:00.001-07:002009-10-15T08:24:22.570-07:00A vida verte venenos<br />que o próprio coração desconhece...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570061104732282647-2303242857542816603?l=existoporescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08373176924438940639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570061104732282647.post-77938942244729047822009-09-04T08:09:00.000-07:002009-09-21T11:03:57.479-07:00Amar é trazer as mãos frias sobre o fogo,<br />quebradas na unidade<br />e molhadas ao vento.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570061104732282647-7793894224472904782?l=existoporescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08373176924438940639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570061104732282647.post-23433230230105739282009-09-04T08:08:00.000-07:002009-09-04T08:09:02.701-07:00Os livros da estante silenciam os fatos,<br />pois só revelam o revelado!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570061104732282647-2343323023010573928?l=existoporescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08373176924438940639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570061104732282647.post-64123683415301077732009-09-04T08:03:00.000-07:002009-09-04T08:06:04.998-07:00A inveja é um engano.<br />Só os cães devem ser invejados<br />na sua timidez, na sua malícia, no seu esticar-se sobre a grama...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570061104732282647-6412368341530107773?l=existoporescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08373176924438940639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570061104732282647.post-89478897466581187292009-09-02T20:42:00.001-07:002009-09-02T20:46:13.897-07:00A vida é uma dupla<br />condição: ou vive-se <em>através </em>ou <em>apesar</em>...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570061104732282647-8947889746658118729?l=existoporescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08373176924438940639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570061104732282647.post-23004419230524679182009-09-02T20:39:00.000-07:002009-09-04T08:13:54.693-07:00A vida tem baixos<br /> e baixos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570061104732282647-2300441923052467918?l=existoporescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08373176924438940639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570061104732282647.post-63911869637667487082009-09-02T20:36:00.000-07:002009-09-02T20:37:46.741-07:00Morrer de solidão -<br /> afogar-se nos lençóis espalhados sobre a cama...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570061104732282647-6391186963766748708?l=existoporescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08373176924438940639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570061104732282647.post-75592585166600022062009-09-02T20:26:00.000-07:002009-09-04T08:13:20.545-07:00Um mais um,<br />dois. Eu mais eu: Deus.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570061104732282647-7559258516660002206?l=existoporescrito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maurício Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08373176924438940639noreply@blogger.com0