skip to main
|
skip to sidebar
deserto-me
Wednesday 3 June 2015
EPIGRAMA
Há só mar no meu País.
Não há terra que dê pão:
mata-me de fome
a doce ilusão
de frutos como o sol.
Uma onda, outra onda,
o ritmo das ondas me embalou.
Há só mar no meu País:
e é ele quem diz,
é ele quem sou.
Afonso Duarte
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Followers
Blog Archive
►
2024
(45)
►
May
(1)
►
April
(11)
►
March
(12)
►
February
(10)
►
January
(11)
►
2023
(131)
►
December
(11)
►
November
(11)
►
October
(11)
►
September
(11)
►
August
(11)
►
July
(11)
►
June
(11)
►
May
(11)
►
April
(11)
►
March
(11)
►
February
(10)
►
January
(11)
►
2022
(132)
►
December
(11)
►
November
(11)
►
October
(11)
►
September
(11)
►
August
(11)
►
July
(11)
►
June
(11)
►
May
(11)
►
April
(11)
►
March
(12)
►
February
(10)
►
January
(11)
►
2021
(132)
►
December
(11)
►
November
(11)
►
October
(11)
►
September
(11)
►
August
(11)
►
July
(11)
►
June
(11)
►
May
(11)
►
April
(11)
►
March
(12)
►
February
(10)
►
January
(11)
►
2020
(133)
►
December
(11)
►
November
(11)
►
October
(11)
►
September
(12)
►
August
(11)
►
July
(11)
►
June
(12)
►
May
(11)
►
April
(11)
►
March
(11)
►
February
(10)
►
January
(11)
►
2019
(136)
►
December
(13)
►
November
(11)
►
October
(11)
►
September
(12)
►
August
(13)
►
July
(11)
►
June
(11)
►
May
(11)
►
April
(11)
►
March
(11)
►
February
(10)
►
January
(11)
►
2018
(131)
►
December
(11)
►
November
(11)
►
October
(11)
►
September
(11)
►
August
(11)
►
July
(11)
►
June
(11)
►
May
(11)
►
April
(11)
►
March
(11)
►
February
(10)
►
January
(11)
►
2017
(131)
►
December
(11)
►
November
(11)
►
October
(11)
►
September
(11)
►
August
(11)
►
July
(11)
►
June
(11)
►
May
(11)
►
April
(11)
►
March
(11)
►
February
(10)
►
January
(11)
►
2016
(131)
►
December
(11)
►
November
(11)
►
October
(11)
►
September
(11)
►
August
(11)
►
July
(11)
►
June
(11)
►
May
(11)
►
April
(11)
►
March
(11)
►
February
(10)
►
January
(11)
▼
2015
(131)
►
December
(11)
►
November
(11)
►
October
(11)
►
September
(11)
►
August
(11)
►
July
(11)
▼
June
(11)
Assim
LAST POEM (ditado pelo poeta no dia da sua morte)
Tenho fome da tua boca
UNO
Poeta de combate
Só
Tiempo sin tiempo
O MINEIRO E O DIAMANTE
Variações do branco
EPIGRAMA
Com que voz
►
May
(11)
►
April
(11)
►
March
(11)
►
February
(10)
►
January
(11)
►
2014
(131)
►
December
(11)
►
November
(11)
►
October
(11)
►
September
(11)
►
August
(11)
►
July
(11)
►
June
(11)
►
May
(11)
►
April
(11)
►
March
(11)
►
February
(10)
►
January
(11)
►
2013
(131)
►
December
(11)
►
November
(11)
►
October
(11)
►
September
(11)
►
August
(11)
►
July
(11)
►
June
(11)
►
May
(11)
►
April
(11)
►
March
(11)
►
February
(10)
►
January
(11)
►
2012
(131)
►
December
(11)
►
November
(11)
►
October
(11)
►
September
(11)
►
August
(11)
►
July
(11)
►
June
(11)
►
May
(11)
►
April
(11)
►
March
(11)
►
February
(10)
►
January
(11)
►
2011
(131)
►
December
(11)
►
November
(11)
►
October
(11)
►
September
(11)
►
August
(11)
►
July
(11)
►
June
(11)
►
May
(11)
►
April
(11)
►
March
(11)
►
February
(10)
►
January
(11)
►
2010
(131)
►
December
(11)
►
November
(11)
►
October
(11)
►
September
(11)
►
August
(11)
►
July
(11)
►
June
(11)
►
May
(11)
►
April
(11)
►
March
(11)
►
February
(10)
►
January
(11)
►
2009
(131)
►
December
(11)
►
November
(11)
►
October
(11)
►
September
(11)
►
August
(11)
►
July
(11)
►
June
(11)
►
May
(11)
►
April
(11)
►
March
(11)
►
February
(10)
►
January
(11)
►
2008
(22)
►
December
(11)
►
November
(11)
About Me
joana
View my complete profile