{"id":10272,"date":"2021-03-15T16:21:05","date_gmt":"2021-03-15T16:21:05","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/palavras27.oeiras.pt\/?p=10272"},"modified":"2021-03-15T19:12:27","modified_gmt":"2021-03-15T19:12:27","slug":"jose","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/palavras27.oeiras.pt\/?p=10272","title":{"rendered":"Jos\u00e9"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-9d6595d7 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:50%\">\n<iframe width=\"960\" height=\"540\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/tyuW_fvayYo\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen=\"\"><\/iframe>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:24%\">\n<p>E agora, Jos\u00e9?<br>A festa acabou,<br>a luz apagou,<br>o povo sumiu,<br>a noite esfriou,<br>e agora, Jos\u00e9?<br>e agora, voc\u00ea?<br>Voc\u00ea que \u00e9 sem nome,<br>que zomba dos outros,<br>Voc\u00ea que faz versos,<br>que ama, protesta?<br>e agora, Jos\u00e9?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Est\u00e1 sem mulher,<br>est\u00e1 sem discurso,<br>est\u00e1 sem carinho,<br>j\u00e1 n\u00e3o pode beber,<br>j\u00e1 n\u00e3o pode fumar,<br>cuspir j\u00e1 n\u00e3o pode,<br>a noite esfriou,<br>o dia n\u00e3o veio,<br>o bonde n\u00e3o veio,<br>o riso n\u00e3o veio,<br>n\u00e3o veio a utopia<br>e tudo acabou<br>e tudo fugiu<br>e tudo mofou,<br>e agora, Jos\u00e9?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>E agora, Jos\u00e9?<br>Sua doce palavra,<br>seu instante de febre,<br>sua gula e jejum,<br>sua biblioteca,<br>sua lavra de ouro,<br>seu terno de vidro,<br>sua incoer\u00eancia,<br>seu \u00f3dio, &#8211; e agora?<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:24%\">\n<p>Com a chave na m\u00e3o<br>quer abrir a porta,<br>n\u00e3o existe porta;<br>quer morrer no mar,<br>mas o mar secou;<br>quer ir para Minas,<br>Minas n\u00e3o h\u00e1 mais!<br>Jos\u00e9, e agora?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Se voc\u00ea gritasse,<br>se voc\u00ea gemesse,<br>se voc\u00ea tocasse,<br>a valsa vienense,<br>se voc\u00ea dormisse,<br>se voc\u00ea cansasse,<br>se voc\u00ea morresse&#8230;<br>Mas voc\u00ea n\u00e3o morre,<br>voc\u00ea \u00e9 duro, Jos\u00e9!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Sozinho no escuro<br>qual bicho-do-mato,<br>sem teogonia,<br>sem parede nua<br>para se encostar,<br>sem cavalo preto<br>que fuja do galope,<br>voc\u00ea marcha, Jos\u00e9!<br>Jos\u00e9, para onde?<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>E agora, Jos\u00e9?A festa acabou,a luz apagou,o povo sumiu,a noite esfriou,e agora, Jos\u00e9?e agora, voc\u00ea?Voc\u00ea que \u00e9 sem nome,que zomba dos outros,Voc\u00ea que faz versos,que ama, protesta?e agora, Jos\u00e9? Est\u00e1 sem mulher,est\u00e1 sem discurso,est\u00e1 sem carinho,j\u00e1 n\u00e3o pode beber,j\u00e1 n\u00e3o pode fumar,cuspir j\u00e1 n\u00e3o pode,a noite esfriou,o dia n\u00e3o veio,o bonde n\u00e3o veio,o riso n\u00e3o&hellip;&nbsp;<a href=\"https:\/\/palavras27.oeiras.pt\/?p=10272\" rel=\"bookmark\">Ler mais &raquo;<span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Jos\u00e9<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"neve_meta_sidebar":"","neve_meta_container":"","neve_meta_enable_content_width":"","neve_meta_content_width":0,"neve_meta_title_alignment":"","neve_meta_author_avatar":"","neve_post_elements_order":"","neve_meta_disable_header":"","neve_meta_disable_footer":"","neve_meta_disable_title":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[45,152],"class_list":["post-10272","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poemas","tag-carlos-drummond-de-andrade","tag-poema_da_semana"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/palavras27.oeiras.pt\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10272","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/palavras27.oeiras.pt\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/palavras27.oeiras.pt\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/palavras27.oeiras.pt\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/palavras27.oeiras.pt\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=10272"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/palavras27.oeiras.pt\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10272\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10426,"href":"https:\/\/palavras27.oeiras.pt\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10272\/revisions\/10426"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/palavras27.oeiras.pt\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10272"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/palavras27.oeiras.pt\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10272"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/palavras27.oeiras.pt\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10272"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}