tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-151474082011-10-19T15:25:41.951-02:00Fábio Zawatskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977705007913180768noreply@blogger.comBlogger251100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147408.post-57707507231755348612010-09-18T16:46:00.004-03:002011-10-03T14:24:49.889-03:00<span style="color:#000000;">.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />fiz teus dias brancos<br />em noites intranqüilas<br /><br />mouco<br />peco em excessos<br /><br />(silêncios<br /><br />e solidão)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147408-5770750723175534861?l=criptogm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fábio Zawatskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977705007913180768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147408.post-39495437435480245622009-11-22T21:24:00.008-02:002010-02-01T20:19:19.328-02:00<span style="color:#000000;">.<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br />então eu era o nada<br /><span style="color:#000000;">.......................</span>(entre os vãos:<br /><br /><br />a peça invisível da casa)<br /><br /><br />o silêncio<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">...........</span>à margem da mobília.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147408-3949543743548024562?l=criptogm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fábio Zawatskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977705007913180768noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147408.post-67708823031817646092009-08-20T14:14:00.002-03:002009-08-20T14:15:18.036-03:00<span style="color:#000000;">.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />manteve os olhos fechados:<br />guardava o vazio dentro de si.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147408-6770882303181764609?l=criptogm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fábio Zawatskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977705007913180768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147408.post-84685090833961035712008-11-10T12:05:00.005-02:002010-03-04T16:49:36.701-03:00<span style="color:#000000;">.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />apenas quatro paredes<br />para sempre os mesmos atores:<br /><br />atuava-se em cores cinzas,<br /><br />vestiam-se de sentimentos brancos<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147408-8468509083396103571?l=criptogm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fábio Zawatskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977705007913180768noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147408.post-22266974984569127982008-06-02T17:45:00.004-03:002009-03-03T10:45:33.469-03:00<span style="color:#000000;">.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(insólito)<br />apropriar-se do instante<br /><br /><br />(contínuo)<br />ver-se passar<br /><br /><br />(pleno)<br />à capturar crepúsculos.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147408-2226697498456912798?l=criptogm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fábio Zawatskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977705007913180768noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147408.post-35448606534240888012008-06-02T17:42:00.001-03:002008-06-02T17:44:43.064-03:00<span style="color:#000000;">.</span><br /><br /><br /><br />era o cheiro da cidade<br />talvez<br /><span style="color:#000000;">........</span>de praga<br />e me devoravam<br /><span style="color:#000000;">....................</span>kafkas<br />amareladas<br /><span style="color:#000000;">..............</span>noites da memória<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147408-3544860653424088801?l=criptogm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fábio Zawatskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977705007913180768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147408.post-59001511290996085782008-06-02T17:39:00.003-03:002008-06-02T18:00:01.165-03:00<span style="color:#000000;">.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />pensei ter ouvido o canto<br /><span style="color:#000000;">.....................</span>de uma ave imensa<br /><span style="color:#000000;">.................................</span>na árvore das manhãs,<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />mas amanhecera<br /><br />e nada havia que anunciasse o dia.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147408-5900151129099608578?l=criptogm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fábio Zawatskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977705007913180768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147408.post-1171119227699777502007-02-10T12:52:00.000-02:002007-02-10T12:56:34.503-02:00<span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#000000;">.</span><br /></span><br /><br /><br />se atreve ao corpo de vidro,<br />faz do gesto teu golpe, o reflexo<br /><br />─ a palavra dita estilhaço.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147408-117111922769977750?l=criptogm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fábio Zawatskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977705007913180768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147408.post-1160482944953351412006-10-10T09:21:00.001-03:002011-10-03T14:26:50.062-03:00<span style="color:#000000;">.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(meus olhos)<br /><br />já são milhares em mim<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147408-116048294495335141?l=criptogm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fábio Zawatskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977705007913180768noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147408.post-1157904613044603432006-09-10T13:06:00.002-03:002009-10-25T23:01:45.012-02:00<span style="color:#000000;">.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />─ estante das noites enfileiradas,<br /><br />as paredes do quarto:<br /><br />universo.<br /><br />céu de frases feitas,<br />edição clara de luar imenso.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147408-115790461304460343?l=criptogm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fábio Zawatskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977705007913180768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147408.post-1145924862917621922006-04-24T21:25:00.000-03:002006-05-22T16:05:03.436-03:00<span style="color:#000000;">.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">...........................................</span>à medida do meu corpo<br /><span style="color:#000000;">......................................</span>a memória tece um edifício<br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">................................................</span>(guardada sombra,<br /><span style="color:#000000;">........................................</span>minha tragédia iminente)<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147408-114592486291762192?l=criptogm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fábio Zawatskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977705007913180768noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147408.post-1140702911920845112006-02-23T10:52:00.004-03:002009-03-03T10:46:00.789-03:00<span style="color:#000000;">.<br /></span><br /><br />tema monocromático<br />palavra lápide<br /><br />─ imensas esculturas em carvão;<br /><br />(lugar)<br /><br />onde o sol nasce a oeste<br />e o norte<br /><span style="color:#000000;">.............</span>não é real.<br /><br />terra de limites:<br />lá,<br /><br />onde transgride o infinito.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147408-114070291192084511?l=criptogm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fábio Zawatskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977705007913180768noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147408.post-1139866585973370042006-02-13T19:33:00.000-02:002006-05-06T10:29:00.720-03:00<span style="color:#000000;">. </span><br /><br /><br />de complexos mapas<br />de tesouros já esquecidos<br />─ sou óbvio.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147408-113986658597337004?l=criptogm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fábio Zawatskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977705007913180768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147408.post-1133959056011695252005-12-07T10:29:00.000-02:002007-07-12T10:16:04.250-03:00<span style="color:#000000;">.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span>quan<br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span>do<br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span>o<br />-de<br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span>sejo<br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span>lhe<br />-as<br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span>salta<br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span>o<br />-ven<br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span>tre<br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span>e<br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span>o<br />-fri<br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span>o<br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span>lhe<br />-cor<br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span>re<br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span>as<br />-co<br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span>xas<br />-nin<br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span>guém<br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span>vê<br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span>no<br />-es<br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span>curo<br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span>um<br />-cor<br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span>po<br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span>ou<br />-ma<br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span>is<br />-cor<br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span>pos<br />-en<br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span>tre<br />-nos<br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span>sas<br />-for<br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span>mas<br />-obs<br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span>cenas<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147408-113395905601169525?l=criptogm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fábio Zawatskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977705007913180768noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147408.post-1125601817280273352005-08-30T23:20:00.000-03:002005-09-01T16:18:37.990-03:00<span style="color:#000000;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span><br />Ser<br /><span style="color:#000000;">....</span>faca<br />em tua alma<br /><br />─ servir o gozo<br />ao ferro dos homens;<br />fiel ao teu desejo.<br /><br />Princípio<br />em tua arte:<br /><br />máxima<br />dos sentidos.<br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147408-112560181728027335?l=criptogm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fábio Zawatskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977705007913180768noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147408.post-1124817449752296302005-08-23T14:16:00.000-03:002005-08-23T14:23:58.430-03:00<span style="color:#000000;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span><br />alivia a dor<br />da tua carne de carnaval<br />despe<br />e devora<br />meu corpo depravado<br /><span style="color:#000000;">.<br />.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147408-112481744975229630?l=criptogm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fábio Zawatskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977705007913180768noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147408.post-1124817045592358442005-08-23T14:10:00.000-03:002005-08-23T14:11:52.860-03:00<span style="color:#000000;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span><br />logo no ver<br />teus olhos<br /><span style="color:#000000;">..............</span>bastam<br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147408-112481704559235844?l=criptogm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fábio Zawatskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977705007913180768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147408.post-1124816837397782632005-08-23T14:06:00.000-03:002005-08-23T14:09:38.496-03:00<span style="color:#000000;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span><br />trêmulo<br />no ranger de outros passos<br /><br />em um minuto me desfaço<br />n´outro<br /><span style="color:#000000;">..............</span>trágico<br />reapareço<br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147408-112481683739778263?l=criptogm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fábio Zawatskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977705007913180768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147408.post-1124384487444147092005-08-18T13:59:00.000-03:002005-09-01T16:21:49.980-03:00sou eu<br />olho de vidro<br />estilhaçando no concreto<br /><br />(em mil pedaços o real)<br /><br />─ fragmentos do dia<br />no caledoscópico movimento da noite.<br /><br />e esse ser que me pisa?<br /><br />passa<br />e triplica meus cacos<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147408-112438448744414709?l=criptogm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fábio Zawatskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977705007913180768noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147408.post-1123271562254273812005-08-05T16:52:00.000-03:002005-08-18T14:32:43.323-03:00nas horas da espera<br />serviu-se da própria cabeça<br /><br />distante<br /><br />o mundo dentro dos olhos<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147408-112327156225427381?l=criptogm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fábio Zawatskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977705007913180768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147408.post-1123269228336484812005-08-05T16:09:00.000-03:002005-08-11T19:08:26.246-03:00lâmina língua<br />veludo<br />em tua virilha<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147408-112326922833648481?l=criptogm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fábio Zawatskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977705007913180768noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147408.post-18122129952072233522005-08-05T05:00:00.000-03:002010-03-04T17:10:54.572-03:00<span style="color:#000000;">.</span><br /><br /><br /><br />aberto<br />em cortes de palavras<br /><br />como quem despresa<br /><span style="color:#000000;">...........................</span>teu vazio<br />e vai te encher com as próprias horas.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147408-1812212995207223352?l=criptogm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fábio Zawatskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977705007913180768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147408.post-1124817574835407692005-08-04T05:19:00.000-03:002010-03-04T17:08:10.450-03:00<div align="justify">Enfio o dedo goela abaixo como se tentasse arrancar a alma que atormenta. Talvez virar-me ao avesso, como se meu verso para sempre acalmasse o corpo. E me pergunto se a sombra desse relato vale o sol, que por esse caminho torto, me segue, me seca e me arde. Foi na rotina dos corpos que o meu se fez dolorido. Dor que não cessa, incansável, rasga a carne que lhe resta, atravessa o corpo e aguarda sentada em teus ombros a derradeira hora ─ tua morte.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147408-112481757483540769?l=criptogm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fábio Zawatskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977705007913180768noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147408.post-1123268676335781132005-08-03T16:02:00.000-03:002010-03-04T17:07:41.972-03:00Percorre a sombra<br />levemente inclinada,<br /><br /><br /><br />aponta o oriente.<br /><br /><br /><br />Leve toque sobre a superfície;<br /><br /><br />sutil.<br /><br /><br />Movimento lento,<br />quase calma;<br />quase<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />silêncio.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Algo se agita<br />─ espelhos flagram o vulto de Varèse;<br />são os limites deste céu,<br /><br /><br /><br />as paredes do poema.<br /><br /><br /><br />Cego,<br />tateia o poeta<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />a luz corredor adentro.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147408-112326867633578113?l=criptogm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fábio Zawatskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977705007913180768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15147408.post-1145505035612416492004-04-05T00:43:00.000-03:002009-08-20T14:22:14.871-03:00<span style="color:#000000;">.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />[<strong>posfácio</strong>]<br /><br /><br />não há<br />o que o desvende.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15147408-114550503561241649?l=criptogm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fábio Zawatskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977705007913180768noreply@blogger.com0