N\u00f3s, entre linhas e asas Eu, voc\u00ea, n\u00f3s dois, assim, como linhas em tessitura t\u00e3o justa quanto n\u00f3s… e o que somos?… n\u00f3s feitos de fios que atam ou desatam…n\u00f3s quais retr\u00f3s sedutor de algod\u00e3o, t\u00e3o macio ao afago qu\u00e3o perfeito ao cerol, conforme lhe sejam as m\u00e3os.<\/p>\n Sim! quando nos vemos e nos calamos… quando nos tocamos e nos ignoramos… ah! melhor dizer que somos como pipas que brincam no c\u00e9u de repulsa e atra\u00e7\u00e3o… Tamb\u00e9m pudera: nas entrelinhas do dia a dia, um cen\u00e1rio herm\u00e9tico, quase gaiola, se ergue ao fundo de nossa viv\u00eancia. Se num momento nos fitamos e noutro frivolamente nos ensimesmamos, n\u00e3o tarda e, num lapso, nos lan\u00e7amos em sonho l\u00edrico ou mera fabula\u00e7\u00e3o, transformando nosso cotidiano em f\u00e9rtil expans\u00e3o. \u00c0 maneira do p\u00e9 de feij\u00e3o, linhas, fios, ra\u00edzes, transformam-se em \u00e1rvore-vida, cuja silhueta sugere o c\u00e9u como raz\u00e3o. Mas, se o clima muda no firmamento, trazendo-nos escurid\u00e3o, dotemos de asas aquelas ra\u00edzes… e como p\u00e1ssaros sejamos: voemos livres ent\u00e3o!<\/p>\n<\/div> Both of us, between threads and wings<\/em> You, me, both of us, like threads in a weave as tight as knots\u2026 and what are we?… knots made of threads tying or untying \u2026 knots in seductive retro of cotton, so soft to the caress, so perfect for waxing the line, as our hands should be. <\/em><\/p>\n Yes! When we look at ourselves and fall silent\u2026 when we touch ourselves and look away \u2026 oh! Better to say we are like kites frolicking in the sky repelling and attracting \u2026 It could be too: between the lines of each day, a hermetic scenario, almost a cage, rises up from the depths of our lives. If in one glance our eyes meet and in another frivolously we look away, soon and, in a lapse, we plunge into a lyrical dream or mere fantasy, transforming our daily lives into fertile expansion. Like the beanstalk, lines, threads, roots are transformed in a tree of life, whose silhouette suggests the heaven as reason. Yet, if the climate changes in the firmament, enclosing us in darkness, let us give wings to those roots… and let us be like birds: and so to fly free!<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div> Sob nossos p\u00e9s | Beneath our feet<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-432","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-texts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/belbarcellos.com.br\/belbarcellos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/432","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/belbarcellos.com.br\/belbarcellos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/belbarcellos.com.br\/belbarcellos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/belbarcellos.com.br\/belbarcellos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/belbarcellos.com.br\/belbarcellos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=432"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/belbarcellos.com.br\/belbarcellos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/432\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":861,"href":"https:\/\/belbarcellos.com.br\/belbarcellos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/432\/revisions\/861"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/belbarcellos.com.br\/belbarcellos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=432"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/belbarcellos.com.br\/belbarcellos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=432"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/belbarcellos.com.br\/belbarcellos\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=432"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nSonia Salcedo del Castillo
\n2014
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\nSonia Salcedo del Castillo<\/em>
\n2014<\/em>
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