tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90477443820483869562012-02-16T12:48:02.216-02:00a consagração do instante e a busca da síntese fazem parte da essência criativa do haicai. No caso, estes ficaram engavetados por vinte anos e eram para ser chamados de haicaipiras. Daí o Pellegrini saiu na frente e eles viraram Haicais do DassoDassonoreply@blogger.comBlogger261100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047744382048386956.post-11936992577797588262009-10-29T23:29:00.002-02:002009-10-30T00:58:27.587-02:00<strong>Pauta musical<br />Andorinhas ofegantes<br />Pousam por instantes</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047744382048386956-1193699257779758826?l=haicaisdodasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dassonoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047744382048386956.post-22783317038005183482009-10-29T23:28:00.001-02:002009-10-30T01:00:23.482-02:00<strong>Chuva de prata<br />Na noite iluminada<br />Tuas mãos frias</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047744382048386956-2278331703800518348?l=haicaisdodasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dassonoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047744382048386956.post-20982277760476328962009-10-29T23:27:00.001-02:002009-10-30T01:00:49.203-02:00<strong>Romper pela estrada<br />Galope feito relâmpago<br />Com um nó no peito</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047744382048386956-2098227776047632896?l=haicaisdodasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dassonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047744382048386956.post-79932761205494469852009-10-29T23:26:00.007-02:002009-10-30T01:01:53.685-02:00<strong>Chuva de granizo<br />As plantas gemem aflitas<br />E eu choro por dentro</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047744382048386956-7993276120549446985?l=haicaisdodasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dassonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047744382048386956.post-781183699316983252009-10-29T23:26:00.006-02:002009-10-30T01:01:37.346-02:00<strong>Silêncio suspeito<br />No firmamento uma luz<br />Trovoada e vento</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047744382048386956-78118369931698325?l=haicaisdodasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dassonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047744382048386956.post-6105469346826629902009-10-29T23:26:00.005-02:002009-10-30T01:01:15.882-02:00<strong>No tec-tec das teclas<br />Não recolho as borboletas <br />Que é dos meus sonhos?</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047744382048386956-610546934682662990?l=haicaisdodasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dassonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047744382048386956.post-41705704872513986222009-10-29T23:25:00.007-02:002009-10-30T01:02:43.558-02:00<strong>Bashô</strong><br /><br /><strong>Séculos depois<br />As folhas da bananeira<br />O vento balança</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047744382048386956-4170570487251398622?l=haicaisdodasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dassonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047744382048386956.post-16702105012071631882009-10-29T23:25:00.006-02:002009-10-30T01:02:25.489-02:00<strong>Todos já passaram<br />Pelo lixo remexido<br />Ai dos velhos cães!</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047744382048386956-1670210501207163188?l=haicaisdodasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dassonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047744382048386956.post-10141463532372814272009-10-29T23:25:00.005-02:002009-10-30T01:02:08.853-02:00<strong>Acorda o silêncio<br />O lamento da viola<br />Luar no sertão</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047744382048386956-1014146353237281427?l=haicaisdodasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dassonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047744382048386956.post-24502019965267875842009-10-29T23:24:00.003-02:002009-11-03T21:58:26.950-02:00<strong>Por que trovar?<br />Trobar léu<br />Trobar clus</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047744382048386956-2450201996526787584?l=haicaisdodasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dassonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047744382048386956.post-87861652958314300792009-10-29T23:23:00.001-02:002009-10-30T01:03:24.504-02:00<strong>Silêncio no escritório<br />O pio diário do canário:<br />Ópio literário</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047744382048386956-8786165295831430079?l=haicaisdodasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dassonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047744382048386956.post-44578142309034977122009-10-29T23:22:00.008-02:002009-11-03T21:58:52.997-02:00<strong>Ainda guardo o retrato 3x4<br />Embora tenha jogado fora o poema<br />Que enamorado te escrevi</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047744382048386956-4457814230903497712?l=haicaisdodasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dassonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047744382048386956.post-15440476389653695362009-10-29T23:22:00.007-02:002009-10-30T01:04:14.844-02:00<strong>Atrás do horizonte<br />Nenhum destino a esconde:<br />A última morada!</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047744382048386956-1544047638965369536?l=haicaisdodasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dassonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047744382048386956.post-6025735082220830142009-10-29T23:22:00.006-02:002009-10-30T01:03:58.057-02:00<strong>À saída do refeitório: mormaço<br />Almoço tardio e pesado<br />Vamos pegar um tílburi?</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047744382048386956-602573508222083014?l=haicaisdodasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dassonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047744382048386956.post-64764723971528588562009-10-29T23:21:00.004-02:002009-10-30T01:04:50.949-02:00<strong>Quem me guia os passos?<br />Pra onde vou? De onde vim?<br />Quem sou eu enfim?</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047744382048386956-6476472397152858856?l=haicaisdodasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dassonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047744382048386956.post-43177737875887856422009-10-29T23:21:00.003-02:002009-10-30T01:04:31.402-02:00<strong>O silêncio não é<br />o vazio não preenchido<br />do ser. Ele é.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047744382048386956-4317773787588785642?l=haicaisdodasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dassonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047744382048386956.post-20213015436056541042009-10-29T23:20:00.002-02:002009-10-30T01:05:08.145-02:00<strong>Pequenos casulos<br />Os ninhos dos colibris<br />Abrigam amores</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047744382048386956-2021301543605654104?l=haicaisdodasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dassonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047744382048386956.post-79262080983164618332009-10-29T23:19:00.008-02:002009-11-03T21:59:15.117-02:00<strong>Preguiça, preguiça<br />No galho, o Martim Sonolento<br />Que mau pescador!</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047744382048386956-7926208098316461833?l=haicaisdodasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dassonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047744382048386956.post-18205113320642341682009-10-29T23:19:00.007-02:002009-10-30T01:06:04.675-02:00<strong>Bela madrugada<br />Céu, estrelas, pirilampos<br />Silêncio, nada!</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047744382048386956-1820511332064234168?l=haicaisdodasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dassonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047744382048386956.post-58532447516105918142009-10-29T23:19:00.005-02:002009-10-30T01:05:26.489-02:00<strong>Na ponta dos pés,<br />A porta range mansinho..<br />Uma criança dormindo</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047744382048386956-5853244751610591814?l=haicaisdodasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dassonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047744382048386956.post-23657641683594779672009-10-29T23:17:00.001-02:002009-10-30T01:06:23.800-02:00<strong>No frio da noite<br />Teus olhos: duas estrelinhas<br />E eu sem nenhum drops</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047744382048386956-2365764168359477967?l=haicaisdodasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dassonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047744382048386956.post-82109188874057984502009-10-29T23:15:00.004-02:002009-10-30T01:07:02.465-02:00<strong>Beco sem saída<br />A madrugada, silêncio<br />Passos na calçada</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047744382048386956-8210918887405798450?l=haicaisdodasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dassonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047744382048386956.post-26379774496883432512009-10-29T23:15:00.003-02:002009-10-30T01:06:42.630-02:00<strong>Não mente o olhar nunca<br />Basta um só pequeno gesto<br />Subitamente</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047744382048386956-2637977449688343251?l=haicaisdodasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dassonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047744382048386956.post-27360456727245236982009-10-29T23:14:00.001-02:002009-10-30T01:07:17.438-02:00<strong>A banda que passa<br />Crepúsculo de verão<br />Ninguém na janela</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047744382048386956-2736045672724523698?l=haicaisdodasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dassonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047744382048386956.post-23781823897644705222009-10-29T23:13:00.001-02:002009-10-30T01:07:37.348-02:00<strong>Alegre trinado<br />Um pássaro na arapuca<br />Silêncio na relva</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047744382048386956-2378182389764470522?l=haicaisdodasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dassonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9047744382048386956.post-27323697460306913252009-10-29T23:12:00.001-02:002009-10-30T01:08:24.421-02:00<strong>Manhã de verão<br />Por que cantam as cigarras?<br />_ Nada, nada, nada...</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9047744382048386956-2732369746030691325?l=haicaisdodasso.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dassonoreply@blogger.com0