{"id":71,"date":"2020-09-17T15:09:21","date_gmt":"2020-09-17T18:09:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/natocadacoruja.blog.br\/versos\/?p=71"},"modified":"2020-09-17T15:09:21","modified_gmt":"2020-09-17T18:09:21","slug":"noites-vazias","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/natocadacoruja.com.br\/versos\/noites-vazias\/","title":{"rendered":"Noites Vazias"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t<div data-elementor-type=\"wp-post\" data-elementor-id=\"71\" class=\"elementor elementor-71\" data-elementor-post-type=\"post\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<section class=\"elementor-section elementor-top-section elementor-element elementor-element-3f94e01 elementor-section-content-middle elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default rael-particle-no\" data-id=\"3f94e01\" data-element_type=\"section\" data-e-type=\"section\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-container elementor-column-gap-default\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-column elementor-col-50 elementor-top-column elementor-element elementor-element-bffe5d3 rael-particle-no\" data-id=\"bffe5d3\" data-element_type=\"column\" data-e-type=\"column\">\n\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-wrap elementor-element-populated\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-775d8f5 elementor-widget elementor-widget-heading\" data-id=\"775d8f5\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-e-type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"heading.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<h4 class=\"elementor-heading-title elementor-size-default\">(A cela em meu quarto)<\/h4>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-bb46d35 elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"bb46d35\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-e-type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<p>Num canto do meu quarto, duas paredes<br \/>\nque encerram-me ao limite do concreto;<br \/>\nas teias de uma aranha, como redes,<br \/>\n\u00e0 espera da chegada de um inseto.<\/p>\n\n<p>A porta do meu quarto \u00e9 o horizonte<br \/>\ne, dentro dele, nada faz sentido&#8230;<br \/>\nn\u00e3o h\u00e1 quem queira ouvir ou que me conte<br \/>\nda doce sensa\u00e7\u00e3o de ser querido.<\/p>\n\n<p>Al\u00e9m destas paredes, outras delas,<br \/>\nmais outra, com, talvez, mais uma porta.<br \/>\nL\u00e1 fora, apenas barras paralelas<br \/>\ne o resto de uma \u00e1rvore j\u00e1 morta.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-column elementor-col-50 elementor-top-column elementor-element elementor-element-614c47c rael-particle-no\" data-id=\"614c47c\" data-element_type=\"column\" data-e-type=\"column\">\n\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-wrap elementor-element-populated\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-b5af40f elementor-widget elementor-widget-image\" data-id=\"b5af40f\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-e-type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"image.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<img fetchpriority=\"high\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"800\" height=\"529\" src=\"https:\/\/natocadacoruja.com.br\/versos\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/cela-em-meu-quarto.jpg\" class=\"attachment-large size-large wp-image-72\" alt=\"\" srcset=\"https:\/\/natocadacoruja.com.br\/versos\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/cela-em-meu-quarto.jpg 800w, https:\/\/natocadacoruja.com.br\/versos\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/cela-em-meu-quarto-300x198.jpg 300w, https:\/\/natocadacoruja.com.br\/versos\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/cela-em-meu-quarto-768x508.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px\" \/>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>(A cela em meu quarto) Num canto do meu quarto, duas paredes que encerram-me ao limite do concreto; as teias de uma aranha, como redes, \u00e0 espera da chegada de um inseto. 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