{"id":388,"date":"2009-03-25T08:19:26","date_gmt":"2009-03-25T11:19:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.blogsoestado.com\/joaquimhaickel\/2009\/03\/25\/mini-contos-ou-micro-cronicas-ou-poesia\/"},"modified":"2009-03-25T08:19:26","modified_gmt":"2009-03-25T11:19:26","slug":"mini-contos-ou-micro-cronicas-ou-poesia","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.blogsoestado.com\/joaquimhaickel\/2009\/03\/25\/mini-contos-ou-micro-cronicas-ou-poesia\/","title":{"rendered":"Mini-contos ou micro-cr\u00f4nicas ou poesia?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>1<br \/>\nPADRE NOSSO<br \/>\n<\/strong><br \/>\nNo lugar onde nasci, o padre, tr\u00eas horinhas, sa\u00eda pela sacristia e cruzava a Pra\u00e7a Cursino Rabelo &#8211; nome do av\u00f4 do ex-prefeito.<br \/>\nToalha branca no pesco\u00e7o, saboneteira na m\u00e3o, quixotesco, ia banhar-se na casa da vi\u00fava sib\u00e1 &#8211; dona da padaria.<br \/>\nSeis horas, j\u00e1 banhado e paramentado, rezava a Missa: Em nome do pai, do filho e do esp\u00edrito santo&#8230; &#8211; &#8220;amante\u201d.<\/p>\n<p><strong>2<br \/>\nULTRASONOGRAFIA<br \/>\n<\/strong><br \/>\nO feto \u00e9 fato. Fito a foto do fruto.<br \/>\nAng\u00fastia do pronto.<\/p>\n<p><strong>3<br \/>\nDEZEMBRO<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>N\u00e3o quero ficar solene.<br \/>\nRasgo terno e gravata, visto a velha roupa<br \/>\nde zorro \u2013 capa e espada e refa\u00e7o o bilhete pra Papai Noel.<\/p>\n<p><strong>4<br \/>\nMENINO<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Ser menino, arriar o cal\u00e7\u00e3o e mijar o mundo.<\/p>\n<p><strong>5<br \/>\nA GELADEIRA<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Dois litros (Johnnie Walker) d&#8217;\u00e1gua pelo meio &#8211; um manchado de batom.<br \/>\nNuma lata de salsichas (Wilson), s\u00f3 duas.<br \/>\nUma caneca (de alum\u00ednio) emborcada num prato. Um talher enrolado num guardanapo de papel. Tr\u00eas f\u00f4rmas de gelo (vazias) na prateleira do meio.<br \/>\nNuma frigideira o resto do jantar de ontem (arroz, feij\u00e3o, ovo, macarr\u00e3o e salsicha).<br \/>\nUma panela de arroz tampada com um prato. Uma lata de feij\u00e3o (Wilson) na porta.<br \/>\nNa gaveta, dois tomates (m\u00ednimos), uma banda de lim\u00e3o, um peda\u00e7o de cebola e dois dentes de alho.<br \/>\nOs ovos que n\u00e3o foram almo\u00e7ados ontem est\u00e3o na f\u00f4rma. Da manteiga restou a manteigueira.<br \/>\nEm baixo, na porta, uma lata de \u00f3leo (Salada) e duas garrafas de Brahma (cerveja).<br \/>\nO a\u00e7\u00facar contra a formiga (e o poeta contra \u00f3 mundo?). Leite condensado (Mo\u00e7a?).<br \/>\n1\/4 de mam\u00e3o (fam\u00edlia).<br \/>\nDois parafusos dos p\u00e9s da geladeira e quatro pilhas (Ray-o-Vac) m\u00e9dias no congelador.<br \/>\nH\u00e1 tamb\u00e9m um fusca (desmontado) atr\u00e1s da geladeira.<\/p>\n<p><strong>6<br \/>\nO SUICIDA<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Suicida seduzido pela janela.<br \/>\nE ningu\u00e9m, ningu\u00e9m para segurar pela asa do caix\u00e3o.<\/p>\n<p><strong>7<br \/>\nTR\u00c2NSITO GR\u00c1FICO<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Transeunte em diagonal, defunto em horizontal.<\/p>\n<p><strong>8<br \/>\nAMBULANTE<br \/>\n<\/strong><br \/>\nMaria Rita armava barraca na mureta da Pra\u00e7a Benedito Leite e vendia:<br \/>\nDois-t\u00e3o de pernas grossas; duas coxas macias, ancas graciosas e luzidias como as da \u00e9gua Esmeralda, caso de amor de &#8220;seu&#8221; Dico.<br \/>\nCintura de umbigo tufado &#8211; culpa da parteira &#8220;Dona&#8221; Maria Jos\u00e9 do Bom Parto.<br \/>\nPeitos ainda durinhos, mas j\u00e1 querendo murchar de tanto fregu\u00eas apalpar.<br \/>\nPesco\u00e7o de bailarina, cabelos de espanhola, olhos de mo\u00e7a-virgem e andar de brincar ganzola.<br \/>\nMaria Rita armava barraca e vendia&#8230;<\/p>\n<p><strong>9<br \/>\nO JORNALISTA<br \/>\n<\/strong><br \/>\nA verdade em camisa-de-for\u00e7a.<br \/>\nE voc\u00ea a\u00ed batendo as teclas da m\u00e1quina, criando obst\u00e1culos entre vers\u00e3o e realidade.<\/p>\n<p><strong>10<br \/>\nO DIA<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>O sol ao sul do quintal.<br \/>\nNo oeste, seria a noite chegando.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>1 PADRE NOSSO No lugar onde nasci, o padre, tr\u00eas horinhas, sa\u00eda pela sacristia e cruzava a Pra\u00e7a Cursino Rabelo [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":7,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"default","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"footnotes":""},"categories":[2,5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-388","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-contos","category-poemas"],"yoast_head":"<!-- This site is optimized with the Yoast SEO plugin v26.6 - https:\/\/yoast.com\/wordpress\/plugins\/seo\/ -->\n<title>Mini-contos ou micro-cr\u00f4nicas ou poesia? 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