<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081834</id><updated>2012-02-09T16:34:22.966+14:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragmentos Betty Martins</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybrmartins.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybrmartins.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081834.post-1145376456932028982</id><published>2012-01-23T07:41:00.003+14:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T09:58:00.063+14:00</updated><title type='text'>alma minha________tua ...[...]...</title><summary type='text'>


.nuas silhuetas _____iguais.de.almamudamente.agravitação do desassossegonas.mãos.mais.nuas.na sombra.dos.lábiosmorria.um.sorriso
morrendo ____se acendiana ponta dos meus dedos
__________…
.não sei o significado daquele violento distúrbio. retrospectivo aquele frenesim do coração semelhantes a aflição que diante da catástrofe nos  atira de um lado para o outro______ ou nos retém no mesmo sítio </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/1145376456932028982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/1145376456932028982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybrmartins.blogspot.com/2012/01/alma-minhatua.html' title='alma minha________tua ...[...]...'/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EDCAHsOtXwc/TxxIiCcJcZI/AAAAAAAADI8/I2vPwjWUfHs/s72-c/betty.alma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081834.post-5094238334522955903</id><published>2011-12-15T16:42:00.001+14:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T16:45:14.266+14:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>





.rastejantes os minutos

vão algemando os olhos____dos homens ao tempo




.um re.canto.de.chão.aveludado

molda-se ao corpo.como.um.colchão

de______________________rosas.de.cinza.lama




.que deixam o sabor da luz muito para além do sol




.esquartejada a voz

retoma os espelhos.baços

deixando transparecer a indubitável noite

temerárias as tuas mãos________não reconhecendo a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/5094238334522955903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/5094238334522955903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybrmartins.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9B_ubAFmVss/S-iEZ9lNFdI/AAAAAAAAC30/ZUVV2lRW_Ug/s72-c/bettycorpo21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081834.post-2469718751475322540</id><published>2011-11-16T12:16:00.002+14:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T16:33:44.185+14:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

_____________________________?

...




.todos os textos estão protegidos pela SPA.imagens e textos com Direitos Autorais de Betty Branco Martins</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/2469718751475322540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/2469718751475322540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybrmartins.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CQ7duSUMfDk/TsQ0xGZVqWI/AAAAAAAADDE/NEDxDAIfLBw/s72-c/betty-09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081834.post-6597863438408433829</id><published>2011-10-31T15:09:00.005+14:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T11:10:57.121+14:00</updated><title type='text'>folhas...</title><summary type='text'>



no voo das cegonhasfotografo no espaçonas palavrasas________folhas.de.um.calendário.trocadouma chuvade.promessas.em.envelopes.seladosrasgam as persianasdos.corpos.que.se.passeiam.pelas.ruasajustando.se.à.estranheza.da.escuridãono tormento da inquietudeque.habita.no.espírito.do.artistaque chora a mutilação da natureza
cada aresta se curva ante uma esquinacerrada abruptamente.após.o.movimentoa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/6597863438408433829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/6597863438408433829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybrmartins.blogspot.com/2011/10/folhas.html' title='folhas...'/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ikbefUyD76E/Tq3wq1tUzwI/AAAAAAAADCU/hgxACuRMFuU/s72-c/betty+martins-%25C3%25B3leo+s-tela+65X80cm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081834.post-4336078274886781585</id><published>2011-09-28T05:32:00.001+14:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T05:33:45.647+14:00</updated><title type='text'>no.arrepio.das.palavras</title><summary type='text'>



íntimos.cúmplicesnum arrepio de olharque as folhas  de um outono. inexoráveldançam de vermelho.e.amarelo. ocreosotombando de cansaço.no.peito.feito.chãosulcado pelas tempestades
vidraças.quebradas.olhos tangentesvisando.um.mundo.aprisionado.nos vidros estilhaçados selvagem.torrente________coalescer a um sangue.cálidoque flui à nascente dos meus sentires
.rasgo os ângulos da minha pele _______</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/4336078274886781585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/4336078274886781585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybrmartins.blogspot.com/2011/09/noarrepiodaspalavras.html' title='no.arrepio.das.palavras'/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDpuc9ZNRac/ToHpfaSfVUI/AAAAAAAADCI/Qgk2lgGmA_w/s72-c/arte.1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081834.post-1191877162837614865</id><published>2011-08-15T13:25:00.000+14:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T13:25:21.091+14:00</updated><title type='text'>.um pequeno.parêntese.do.tempo</title><summary type='text'>



porque escuto o choro.dos.versos.duma.canção.mortana in.diferença passível da pedrasortilégio!!!
um lugar no peito côncavo.vazio - porém – coactivamente____ainda___...!...
ao abrir uma velha arca encontrei – uma pietà________sem fuga a memória sucumbe a recordações
a inexorabilidade do irreversível põe-me face a face com a verdade. uma certeza que tudo é urgente na vida
os degraus </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/1191877162837614865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/1191877162837614865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybrmartins.blogspot.com/2011/08/um-pequenoparentesedotempo.html' title='.um pequeno.parêntese.do.tempo'/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9B_ubAFmVss/SrzzEexaPmI/AAAAAAAACew/WXVIyuJf4qU/s72-c/bettypedrauvas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081834.post-2502810923582150672</id><published>2011-08-12T07:08:00.000+14:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T07:08:40.491+14:00</updated><title type='text'>sous un regarder</title><summary type='text'>


…!! nãotenho tecto sobre asastenhoovôo da liberdade________...
nos grandes cântaros vazios______estravagantemente vou-me prodigalizar.e ser luz de raio onde ventos e marés____gritam o melhor da sua natureza.agarro todas as forças generosas que me cingem tempestades.sol.água.vida_____exutório que se transforma em fontes ubérrimas________não só do fundo irrompem____mas.do.alto.dum.céu_____</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/2502810923582150672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/2502810923582150672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybrmartins.blogspot.com/2011/08/sous-un-regarder.html' title='sous un regarder'/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9B_ubAFmVss/SXjJMTNwqZI/AAAAAAAABrM/f6qDmj4IZ2w/s72-c/MEUanjo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081834.post-4651930970348303413</id><published>2011-07-04T14:31:00.003+14:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T14:38:14.349+14:00</updated><title type='text'>rendidos</title><summary type='text'>




esmagas sobre o meu corpomaduros bagos de uvas docesatravessasos limites dos meus sentidosna linha mais vertiginosa[es]correa macia cor de rubique fulgurantemente – de uma forma tão necessáriavai marcandoo íntimo de cada traçodando-te sinaispara que de mim [nós] – sempre saibas
[a tua presença azul]
...os cabelos presos na nuca com perfeição.um vestido preto comprido que descobria os ombros </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/4651930970348303413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/4651930970348303413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybrmartins.blogspot.com/2011/07/renddidos.html' title='rendidos'/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-roy5UiDMujg/ThEHv4u56GI/AAAAAAAADBM/GmkN0zgU5D0/s72-c/bettyasas2assina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081834.post-266305073671799368</id><published>2011-06-27T13:47:00.000+14:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T13:47:26.603+14:00</updated><title type='text'>lê-me_____________lê-me apenas</title><summary type='text'>





.despe-te. e sente todos os aromas que te envolvem. os pinheiros devem gostar do silêncio da mesma maneira que Deus gosta do silêncio das igrejas. o.sentir.debaixo.dos.pés.tal.uma.carícia_____feita pela vegetação rasteira. as folhas caem sendo o ar que as rodeia tão espesso que as faz andar de um lado para o outro______como bailarinas.imaginar a memória___________[…].nem sempreapalavra faz </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/266305073671799368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/266305073671799368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybrmartins.blogspot.com/2011/06/le-mele-me-apenas.html' title='lê-me_____________lê-me apenas'/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pxez2z6BNLQ/TgevtzWPeWI/AAAAAAAADAc/oyMg9awBaEM/s72-c/bettyvermelhovindima1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081834.post-6354138115947129787</id><published>2011-05-19T03:51:00.003+14:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T06:45:22.178+14:00</updated><title type='text'>quando as palavras são tudo....</title><summary type='text'> 



.respirava
o desenho_____________________

.de janelas abertas

____escapa-me a consciência do tempo que radicalmente transforma a relação_____a minha_____ com o presente. deixando de pensar no que farei amanhã. como justificação para a minha preguiça_____em relação ao que posso fazer hoje mesmo

.arquiTeTura_________alimentar a alma com mais______A …
sentia o frio nas mãos______as perguntas</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/6354138115947129787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/6354138115947129787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybrmartins.blogspot.com/2011/05/quando-palavra-e-tudo.html' title='quando as palavras são tudo....'/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9B_ubAFmVss/SZ2Slr_DgII/AAAAAAAAB4M/FsyJsecKlxU/s72-c/fragmentos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081834.post-3857595143257450971</id><published>2011-04-22T13:01:00.001+14:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T13:03:07.124+14:00</updated><title type='text'>consagro_________{te}</title><summary type='text'>









.vagas de incenso___________________o meu corpo


ofereceu. ________[TE]
despertandoos sentidos______mais adormecidospela dorno corpo.retalhadopela agudeza das palavras

.o encontro com o poeta. olhava os pombos na praça. tinha ambas as mãos fechadas – guardando alguns bagos______!...____por momentos ficou preso numa ilha perdida no mar inexistente. no seu peito feito cais__________uma </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/3857595143257450971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/3857595143257450971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybrmartins.blogspot.com/2011/04/consagrote.html' title='consagro_________{te}'/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9B_ubAFmVss/SkuJpZkPpYI/AAAAAAAACW4/wGwP8yLI0EI/s72-c/maria+madalena2assina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081834.post-4309858883278083901</id><published>2011-04-15T07:48:00.001+14:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T11:59:58.274+14:00</updated><title type='text'>mudaste o compasso do meu coração</title><summary type='text'>



__________________________porque mudasteo compasso do meu coração que galga no metal incerto.como um cavalo de corrida


aperto nas mãos.palavras.tuas.qual.corpo.suave.rendido


o sentir na pelea absorção do sonhoestriando um rasto de luzonde o olharse funde no brilhodo centro de uma tempestade


___________________________rasgaso véu do tempo


louco desafiocombustão da memóriatão exacta </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/4309858883278083901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/4309858883278083901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybrmartins.blogspot.com/2011/04/mudaste-o-compasso-do-meu-coracao.html' title='mudaste o compasso do meu coração'/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9B_ubAFmVss/S9xo9HCu1-I/AAAAAAAAC3k/z0LZWochQOc/s72-c/bettynu13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081834.post-2338199306626720455</id><published>2011-04-03T05:27:00.008+14:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T03:56:04.351+14:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>





.fazendo.doer.no.teu.mais.secreto
sentir______de.tanto.querer
escreve.em.lençóis.brancosenvolvendo.o.ventre.como.um.beijo
.rumores.dos.corpos.arvorando.as.caríciasnesse.chão - feito.fogoos.braços.se.erguem
jorrando.cascatas.de.águacomo.se.cingissem.subitamente
o rigor
do______silêncio

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.todos os textos estão protegidos pela SPA.imagens e textos com Direitos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/2338199306626720455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/2338199306626720455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybrmartins.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sNW5SbjTA5w/TZc_WoDhq9I/AAAAAAAADAQ/-kImBRJEids/s72-c/bettydiferen%25C3%25A7as.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081834.post-5951845298105278969</id><published>2011-03-27T07:51:00.000+14:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T07:51:11.605+14:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>




.__________o teu coraçãomovendo-se na bocainaudíveldos teus dedos_____________...

© Betty Branco Martins











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.brinco com o teu sorrisoque______________vive na minha pele…









.o.en.cantardas alvas.avesa.ser_______águas.azuisem céus.carmins_________________”



© Betty Branco Martins





.todos os textos estão protegidos pela SPA.imagens e textos com Direitos Autorais de Betty Branco Martins</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/418937298908566787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/418937298908566787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybrmartins.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5DGBxB5uCx0/TXviEKcUo9I/AAAAAAAAC98/4SNH4AJfsPQ/s72-c/bettycora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3ochora.jpg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081834.post-4779659047318118039</id><published>2011-03-01T05:47:00.001+14:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T05:47:58.392+14:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>




disse Jesus:
“ Eu sou a ressurreição e a vida.Quem crê em mim, ainda que esteja morto, viverá”
._________________________

.aindanão.me. cabem palavras na dor______não te disse adeus…porque estarás sempre comigomeu queridíssimo pai…
Betty Branco Martins</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/4779659047318118039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/4779659047318118039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybrmartins.blogspot.com/2011/03/disse-jesus-eu-sou-ressurreicao-e-vida_01.html' title=''/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-IZenCdLXAjE/TWvAiW8qWnI/AAAAAAAAC9c/HwHKSguA1Ec/s72-c/AS+CORES+D%2527ALMA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081834.post-6978371414597883872</id><published>2011-02-19T05:30:00.001+14:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T05:32:19.567+14:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>



. __________  olhos abertos que.os.vão.cegando as lágrimas de névoaque tombam.tão violentamente.como.vagas de tempo no teu peito
um corpo.que.se.debate que a alma animana recusa da taciturna.razãoque em ti se abate._______________tuseguras a respiração da memória____para que ela não morrasem.sequer 
a sentires
.dos teus dedos recebo o sorriso_______em beleza de seda e mel

…
[para ti.meu </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/6978371414597883872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/6978371414597883872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybrmartins.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-egXsq1rFS9c/TV6OtJwKCXI/AAAAAAAAC9U/78lXJKGiFJs/s72-c/bettysofrimento4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081834.post-3632487949215164562</id><published>2011-01-06T04:53:00.003+14:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T03:52:24.108+14:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>




.entra pela fresta da janelapintada no.vento.segura na esquina do rio.e______________________________ segue a textura do meu corpoângulo de incidência .que luta para manter a frescura do instinto

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a terra não ama em abstracto__________________agarra o longe e dá a mão ao horizonte 
estende-se a planície




o céu da nossa boca tem nome próprio_______________terra a inspiração da natureza é um movimento perpétuo dança.canta.respira com o vento 


os segredos dos frutos vermelhos oferecidos ao silêncio que se deita para melhorescutar.sentir o cantochão
numa lassitude em trajes de seda 
___</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybrmartins.blogspot.com/feeds/2452091867397851663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081834&amp;postID=2452091867397851663' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/2452091867397851663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/2452091867397851663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybrmartins.blogspot.com/2010/12/terra-nao-ama-em-abstracto-agarra-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9B_ubAFmVss/TQfP_OxGoUI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/1YKEM_342jw/s72-c/rom%25C3%25A3s4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081834.post-3309266677867738907</id><published>2010-12-09T13:27:00.003+14:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T16:32:35.590+14:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>


_____________________inconformismo


num acto obsessivo 
o.grito
a.luta contra o tempo


máquina que tortura 
e rasga as estradas da minha alma
.o vento norte assalta o corpo 
uiva! 
revoltou-se.a.natureza


cometi eu algum dos sete pecados mortais???
.porque me persegues!?


crueldade.violência________


[nada mais.que.uma.forma.de.ternura!!!]_________mentira grosseira


possessa danço.canto
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybrmartins.blogspot.com/feeds/3309266677867738907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081834&amp;postID=3309266677867738907' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/3309266677867738907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/3309266677867738907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybrmartins.blogspot.com/2010/12/inconformismo-num-acto-obsessivo-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9B_ubAFmVss/TQAQcl3Ci-I/AAAAAAAAC8A/N1lO6A_AFeU/s72-c/bettypelequedoi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081834.post-6783119887818920713</id><published>2010-11-27T16:26:00.006+14:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T05:26:27.711+14:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
faço um caminho de páginas em branco que me dizem no meu país.o que me deixam ver corre o silêncio.a vida sentada num banco murchas.as flores ________deixam o sorriso morrer 
.
fustigadas páginas.viradas por força do vento mentiras.escondendo a verdade.numa névoa rara que governo inóspito.que nos vai comendo até o tempo socrático vampiro.dentes afiados.no lombo das vacas se amarra 
.
na minha </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybrmartins.blogspot.com/feeds/6783119887818920713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081834&amp;postID=6783119887818920713' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/6783119887818920713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/6783119887818920713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybrmartins.blogspot.com/2010/11/faco-um-caminho-de-paginas-em-branco.html' title=''/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9B_ubAFmVss/TPARspAV60I/AAAAAAAAC78/wkrQAG02Stc/s72-c/bettymultid%25C3%25A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081834.post-4998189017177191568</id><published>2010-11-18T06:58:00.012+14:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T07:17:09.337+14:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>



as vozes eram metálicas.frias_______mais.muito mais que azuis
uma identidade transvestida.vivendo.o.medo.a outra.a tristeza____________essa pervaleceno interior desse pequeno_______erro!
{dizem.gritam}
não se pergunta.perfeição. quando no silêncio desembarcam palavras
hoje a chuva pediu licença para cair.porque pousar palavras na certeza é____________um risco 
oque nos pertence o_____________</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybrmartins.blogspot.com/feeds/4998189017177191568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081834&amp;postID=4998189017177191568' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/4998189017177191568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/4998189017177191568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybrmartins.blogspot.com/2010/11/as-vozes-eram-metalicas.html' title=''/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9B_ubAFmVss/TOQHMEP82zI/AAAAAAAAC6c/G6esGzuF3Q8/s72-c/uni%25C3%25A3o2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081834.post-5317313995228364875</id><published>2010-11-05T12:27:00.004+14:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T12:46:19.550+14:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>



.a [in]quietação do teu olhardança na ponta.dos.meus.dedos
____________seguros em cordas.de.sorrisos


 
.despertam o vermelho.sanguea ser.vida.corpo

.tu___________________a.ser.eu


© Betty Branco Martins



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.meus queridos amigos. já estou em casa a recuperar (muitíssimo bem graças a deus) da cirurgia. a todos um obrigado muito.muito grande de todo o coração__________pelas palavras e carinho. vou tentar voltar rápido. 


.Paulo "Intemporal" sempre no meu coração_________meu queridíssimo amigo








.beijO________ternO
.betty 



</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybrmartins.blogspot.com/feeds/7461184218293016384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081834&amp;postID=7461184218293016384' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/7461184218293016384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/7461184218293016384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybrmartins.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081834.post-6097529930161700598</id><published>2010-05-29T05:36:00.004+14:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T05:38:40.083+14:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Betty Martins, por motivos de saúde encontra-se impossibilitada de actualizar o “Fragmentos”. O seu imenso carinho para todos vós.
Luís Telles</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybrmartins.blogspot.com/feeds/6097529930161700598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081834&amp;postID=6097529930161700598' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/6097529930161700598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/6097529930161700598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybrmartins.blogspot.com/2010/05/betty-martins-por-motivos-de-saude.html' title=''/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9B_ubAFmVss/S__iT3PgswI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/UaWU4Ecm31M/s72-c/bettysempre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081834.post-232304834235743448</id><published>2010-05-11T12:14:00.005+14:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T16:40:06.243+14:00</updated><title type='text'>o silêncio adormece_____________</title><summary type='text'>





.rastejantes os minutos

vão algemando os olhos____dos homens ao tempo




.um re.canto.de.chão.aveludado

molda-se ao corpo.como.um.colchão

de______________________rosas.de.cinza.lama




.que deixam o sabor da luz muito para além do sol




.esquartejada a voz

retoma os espelhos.baços

deixando transparecer a indubitável noite

temerárias as tuas mãos________não reconhecendo a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybrmartins.blogspot.com/feeds/232304834235743448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081834&amp;postID=232304834235743448' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/232304834235743448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/232304834235743448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybrmartins.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='o silêncio adormece_____________'/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9B_ubAFmVss/S-iEZ9lNFdI/AAAAAAAAC30/ZUVV2lRW_Ug/s72-c/bettycorpo21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081834.post-3902622400497453023</id><published>2010-05-02T07:50:00.002+14:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T07:54:04.650+14:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>



__________________________porque mudasteo compasso do meu coração que galga no metal incertocomo um cavalo de corrida


aperto nas mãos.palavras.tuasqual corpo suave.rendido


o sentir na pelea absorção do sonhoestriando um rasto de luzonde o olharse funde no brilhodo centro de uma tempestade


___________________________rasgaso véu do tempo


louco desafiocombustão da memóriatão exacta </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybrmartins.blogspot.com/feeds/3902622400497453023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081834&amp;postID=3902622400497453023' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/3902622400497453023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/3902622400497453023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybrmartins.blogspot.com/2010/05/porque-mudaste-o-compasso-do-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9B_ubAFmVss/S9xo9HCu1-I/AAAAAAAAC3k/z0LZWochQOc/s72-c/bettynu13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081834.post-5863176082167508271</id><published>2010-03-31T10:24:00.001+14:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T10:26:14.477+14:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>


.tocar um.sentimento.único


_____________________onde as palavras não chegam


///




© Betty Branco Martins




.todos os textos estão protegidos pela SPA.imagens e textos com Direitos Autorais de Betty Branco Martins




._________________________________________


.meus queridos amigos. como já é habitual nesta época vou alguns dias de férias. voltarei nos finais de Abril. irei </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybrmartins.blogspot.com/feeds/5863176082167508271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081834&amp;postID=5863176082167508271' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/5863176082167508271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/5863176082167508271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybrmartins.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post_31.html' title=''/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9B_ubAFmVss/S7JckfyBBCI/AAAAAAAAC3E/lxy00kFW3Jg/s72-c/bettyhomemnu333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081834.post-6419272718122080694</id><published>2010-03-26T07:08:00.003+14:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T07:14:45.324+14:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>


.tinha 


a palavra exacta límpida.e.fria 




o.olhar que se perdiano.desamor.dos pequenos pássaros mortos que.num.regaço.de.colo.lhes ensanguentaram um passado_____________de.mãos.limpas.seguindo 


o.exemplo de Pilatos 




as romãs.que.eram.tão minhas foram esmagadas




…______________estilhaçados os delicados labirintos 








© Betty Branco Martins



.todos os textos estão protegidos</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybrmartins.blogspot.com/feeds/6419272718122080694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081834&amp;postID=6419272718122080694' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/6419272718122080694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/6419272718122080694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybrmartins.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9B_ubAFmVss/S6etDKCrmJI/AAAAAAAAC2M/xif9blisppY/s72-c/bettycorpointeiroASSINA2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081834.post-5593996882758983148</id><published>2010-03-20T07:20:00.046+14:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T07:00:16.480+14:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>



perfuma a ausência do olhar.a.noiva.da.noite.orespirar a.nudez.da.palavra
tão.dentro.de.ti.tão.tocável
na.loucavertigem na mais.profundura do.[s]___________sentir.[es]a.serinquietaçãoapaisagemamplia o seu corpoonde se elevao_____________________________segredo da escrita


</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybrmartins.blogspot.com/feeds/5593996882758983148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081834&amp;postID=5593996882758983148' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/5593996882758983148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/5593996882758983148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybrmartins.blogspot.com/2010/03/perfuma-ausencia-do-olhar.html' title=''/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9B_ubAFmVss/S6OqcjDsBbI/AAAAAAAAC1k/2Mh31CQFnCI/s72-c/bettyazulmulher10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081834.post-1828302652086524971</id><published>2010-03-07T13:51:00.007+14:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T06:59:03.380+14:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>









.__________há linhas dum tempo ido



que são purascomo ruínas.romanas.nas.estradas




cobrem-teos.olhos.de.musgos






e




verduras






descendo aos valeslá___________medram as sementes.da.vida
ao alto
a natureza está despida




triste_________________na sua nudezde.lajes.brancas.e.pisadas




será a.morte.morte.da.morteou.acircunferência.da.vida




voar.voar.azul


.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybrmartins.blogspot.com/feeds/1828302652086524971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081834&amp;postID=1828302652086524971' title='51 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/1828302652086524971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/1828302652086524971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybrmartins.blogspot.com/2010/03/ha-linhas-do-tempo-ido-que-sao-puras.html' title=''/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9B_ubAFmVss/S5LnlD2ZDpI/AAAAAAAACxg/hMnhBgrjI3M/s72-c/bettymulher31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>51</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081834.post-3817610534466924822</id><published>2010-02-25T12:58:00.007+14:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T06:56:00.703+14:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>







náufragos________todos os olhares


feitos.jangadas.de.vidro 




.asruínas.que.não.são.cadáveres 


.sãoa outra.dimensão.da realidadeaquela que re.vive [quasi.cristalizada] na memória de um valor [assumido]_______sacro dum modo extrínseco____a história resolve a forma


.procurados os vitrais.os.mais.escurospor onde o veludo da luz________não entraas túnicas dos santosadejam suavemente </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybrmartins.blogspot.com/feeds/3817610534466924822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081834&amp;postID=3817610534466924822' title='51 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/3817610534466924822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/3817610534466924822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybrmartins.blogspot.com/2010/02/naufragostodos-os-olhares-feitos.html' title=''/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9B_ubAFmVss/S4WTpf-CL2I/AAAAAAAACw4/1b2J9oorNwo/s72-c/bettyveu5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>51</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081834.post-5677106317191289629</id><published>2009-09-26T06:33:00.027+14:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T13:20:09.892+14:00</updated><title type='text'>.um pequeno parêntese.do.tempo</title><summary type='text'>



porque escuto o choro.dos.versos.duma.canção.mortana in.diferença passível da pedrasortilégio!!!
um lugar no peito côncavo.vazio - porém – coactivamente____ainda___...!...
ao abrir uma velha arca encontrei – uma pietà________sem fuga a memória sucumbe a recordações
a inexorabilidade do irreversível põe-me face a face com a verdade. uma certeza que tudo é urgente na vida
os degraus </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bettybrmartins.blogspot.com/feeds/5677106317191289629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081834&amp;postID=5677106317191289629' title='60 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/5677106317191289629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081834/posts/default/5677106317191289629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bettybrmartins.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='.um pequeno parêntese.do.tempo'/><author><name>Fragmentos Betty Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17818498290868745581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QieUrQHARww/Txs4ZfLt5uI/AAAAAAAADGA/Z_iWpwwR4j8/s220/betty-15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9B_ubAFmVss/SrzzEexaPmI/AAAAAAAACew/WXVIyuJf4qU/s72-c/bettypedrauvas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>60</thr:total></entry></feed>
