tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31291459015617539112024-02-21T13:42:00.776-03:00HAICAI E CONVERSA POÉTICATeresa Cristina flordecaju
Piracururca - Piauí - BrasilCris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.comBlogger533125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129145901561753911.post-86383869075981486472021-03-06T05:59:00.003-03:002021-03-06T05:59:33.710-03:00Acerolas <p> Início de março </p><p>Como colher acerolas </p><p>Com tantas abelhas?</p>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129145901561753911.post-2735175824047962382021-01-13T05:53:00.001-03:002021-01-13T05:53:14.705-03:00Pássaros <p> Amanhece a rua</p><p>Os pássaros se balançam </p><p>Nos fios elétricos </p>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129145901561753911.post-33150287618354176142021-01-10T07:34:00.001-03:002021-01-10T07:34:38.490-03:00Pepino <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJh7rY_bxX5VElEdwiyaJCrywQRmoFFxk73-MegE6C61tHbHx_Cd06iCu_L0rmRLZ8RVCYQOEV6-cR-FP9L7bQ0aRAF-eKF8dIllDqc_jxqVITZ9mFuNAwjQYtU1tHo5TXpgRJmxTOD-4/s1080/IMG_20210110_073302_177.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJh7rY_bxX5VElEdwiyaJCrywQRmoFFxk73-MegE6C61tHbHx_Cd06iCu_L0rmRLZ8RVCYQOEV6-cR-FP9L7bQ0aRAF-eKF8dIllDqc_jxqVITZ9mFuNAwjQYtU1tHo5TXpgRJmxTOD-4/s320/IMG_20210110_073302_177.jpg" /></a></div><br />Que satisfação!<p></p><p>O pepino se abriu hoje </p><p>Na minha rocinha</p>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129145901561753911.post-75213849345586637482021-01-08T07:26:00.002-03:002021-01-08T07:26:45.715-03:00Borboleta <p> Eu não sabia </p><p>Mas a borboleta sim-</p><p>Flores no jasmim </p>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129145901561753911.post-84548090528658100432020-12-03T11:47:00.002-03:002020-12-03T11:47:47.806-03:00Conjunto de haicais<p> <span style="color: red; text-indent: 35.4pt;">1</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: red;">Pleno meio-dia –</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: red;">Corre na calçada quente</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: red;">Uma lagartixa</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="color: red;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: red;">2</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: red;">O sol entre as nuvens</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: red;">Num meio-dia de verão –</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: red;">Pessoas na rua</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="color: red;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: red;">3</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: red;">Tarde de dezembro –</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: red;">O sol ainda demora</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: red;">A sumir no céu?</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="color: red;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: red;">4</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: red;">Tanto calor...</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: red;">Meus olhos vão se fechando</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: red;">Com esta tontura </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="color: red;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: red;">5</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: red;">Mangueira florida –</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: red;">A dona da casa mostra</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: red;">Com brilho nos olhos</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="color: red;"> </span></o:p></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="color: red;"> </span></o:p></p>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129145901561753911.post-68081469460729153692020-11-01T01:06:00.001-03:002020-11-01T01:06:15.995-03:00Primeira vez<p> Noite de luar </p><p>Na nossa primeira vez </p><p>Era lua cheia</p>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129145901561753911.post-77537271629914610782020-11-01T00:53:00.004-03:002020-11-01T00:53:56.881-03:00Viola<p> Já de madrugada </p><p>Uma viola inicia </p><p>Canções de ninar </p>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129145901561753911.post-90791910569240199922020-11-01T00:44:00.005-03:002020-11-01T00:44:49.298-03:00Coruja <p>Bem no meu portão </p><p>Uma coruja parece </p><p>Olhar para mim </p><p><br /></p>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129145901561753911.post-2171907971855924622020-10-28T10:56:00.003-03:002020-10-28T10:56:36.794-03:00Motivação<p> </p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Numa rede, olhando as estrelas, a idosa pensa nos filhos. Todos
criados. Neste momento, uma pequena lembrança enruga-lhe a face branca. Sente uma
pontada no peito. A vida lhe tirara alguns parentes. Irmãos, avós e mais familiares.
Súbito, a voz do filho caçula:</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">_ <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sei no que pensa.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">_ É?</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">_ Sim. Não pense muito no passado! Todos nós temos de
seguir, a vida é assim... E, servindo-lhe de alento (sorria enquanto se deitava
na outra rede próxima), eu estou aqui com a senhora, mãe!...</p>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129145901561753911.post-66926371880342384862020-10-21T19:11:00.001-03:002020-10-21T19:11:31.744-03:00Noite de verão<p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="color: red; font-family: georgia;">1</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: georgia;">Noite de verão –</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: georgia;">O melhor lugar com vento</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: georgia;">É aqui na varanda</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p><span style="color: red; font-family: georgia;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: georgia;">2</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: georgia;">Noite de verão –</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: georgia;">Mesmo às margens do rio</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: georgia;">O calor é grande</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129145901561753911.post-59372398659342801502020-08-31T18:50:00.001-03:002020-08-31T18:50:17.719-03:00Coruja <p> Aqui na varanda </p><p>Os sons da noite se mostram </p><p>Canto da coruja </p>Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129145901561753911.post-67037545051251738262020-06-28T15:44:00.001-03:002020-06-28T15:44:31.100-03:00Flores vermelhas Flores (tão vermelhas)<br />
Por todo o dia merecem<br />
O brilho do sol<br />
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Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129145901561753911.post-56794896142542228882020-06-16T13:21:00.000-03:002020-06-16T13:21:20.378-03:00Rua vazia<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #38761d;">Eita, que sol...</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #38761d;">Meus olhos ficam pesados</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #38761d;">Na rua vazia</span></div>
Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129145901561753911.post-21310380310123621422020-05-28T09:34:00.000-03:002020-05-28T09:34:17.487-03:00Calor Calor da manhã<br />
Apressadamente vai<br />
Um homem<br />
<br />Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129145901561753911.post-3998255821553714002020-01-30T15:20:00.001-03:002020-01-30T15:20:49.999-03:00Apenas na janela 1<br />
Aqui da janela<br />
Vejo que chove já, já -<br />
Tarde de janeiro<br />
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2<br />
Janela tão larga<br />
E me seria bem-vindo<br />
Qualquer vento Norte<br />
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3<br />
Pelo janelão<br />
O varal ganha visitas -<br />
Pousam bem-te-vis<br />
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4<br />
Somente a janela<br />
Vê que estou preocupada<br />
Com sua demora<br />
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5<br />
Os dias se alongam<br />
Nesta casa sem meus filhos,<br />
E eu na janela<br />
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<br />Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129145901561753911.post-75561982763703160832020-01-11T20:24:00.001-03:002020-01-11T20:24:28.984-03:00Lama<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A chuva passou –</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Na rua enlameada</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Ninguém quer andar</span></div>
<br />Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129145901561753911.post-18709535137866891732020-01-11T19:21:00.001-03:002020-01-11T19:21:11.998-03:00Avozinha<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #274e13;">A avozinha dorme</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #274e13;">Na cadeira de balanço –</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="color: #274e13;">Uma noite fria </span></span></div>
Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129145901561753911.post-44197426200489865102020-01-11T18:57:00.005-03:002020-01-11T18:57:46.918-03:00Janeiro e carnaúba<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #cc0000;">Noite de janeiro –</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #cc0000;">As folhas da carnaúba</span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">Com gotas de chuva</span></div>
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<br />Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129145901561753911.post-17665541946855028782020-01-09T20:15:00.000-03:002020-01-09T20:15:53.125-03:00Café e chuva<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
Um novo sabor</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
O café parece ter</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
Na hora da chuva</div>
<br />Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129145901561753911.post-57605779848153596922020-01-09T20:05:00.003-03:002020-01-09T20:05:38.156-03:00Chuvisco<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
Noite de chuvisco –</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
Agora sei que terei</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
Um sono agradável</div>
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<br />Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129145901561753911.post-74952873710637883232019-11-20T17:51:00.002-03:002019-11-20T17:52:04.473-03:00Pulos<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
Aqui no quintal<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
Um menino pula pula<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
Contando os saltos<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br />Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129145901561753911.post-48241355332223513862019-09-30T08:56:00.002-03:002019-09-30T08:56:26.435-03:00Calor<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Calorzão da manhã -</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Tão quieta na parede</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">uma lagartixa</span></div>
Cris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129145901561753911.post-82454034676647353562019-09-24T18:34:00.002-03:002019-09-24T18:34:45.550-03:00Chuva Ôpa: ping, ping, ping<br />
Melhor que o vento frio<br />
É esta chuvinhaCris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129145901561753911.post-14248290348056816442019-09-23T18:50:00.001-03:002019-09-23T18:50:06.792-03:00Vento O vento da tarde<br />
Que passa quente na casa<br />
Pela porta abertaCris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129145901561753911.post-28720530376542457112019-06-06T19:39:00.003-03:002019-06-06T19:39:21.086-03:00Corujas E veja, mamãe<br />
Hoje já são três corujas<br />
Na velha mangueiraCris Cerqueirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16926938323330620107noreply@blogger.com1