tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76743085231666944032024-03-06T17:02:11.381-03:00Renata em essênciaRenata Christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03838240971069085690noreply@blogger.comBlogger405125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674308523166694403.post-72256616872842201802013-07-30T15:32:00.000-03:002013-07-30T15:32:40.616-03:00Homenagem a Mário Quintana<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Uma homenagem ao grande poeta Mário Quintana que se vivo estivesse, estaria fazendo aniversário nesta data.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Arte </span><a href="http://renataemessencia.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow nofollow" style="background-color: white; color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">http://renataemessencia.blogspot.com/</a><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Foto retirada do site</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><a href="http://penseforadacaixa.com/texto-quintaneando/" rel="nofollow nofollow" style="background-color: white; color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">http://penseforadacaixa.com/texto-quintaneando/</a></div>
Renata Christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03838240971069085690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674308523166694403.post-74072412387541144812011-04-13T16:07:00.001-03:002011-04-13T16:08:14.053-03:00Humildade - Cecília Meireles<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCaEQO6LueVrmvdLDAt4MHYy1zAV254AUrBkYW90qDq13j8Xg2G3AZ_JSEQ8V-2YfrhRVMF2pWNequfiwcXNLhLXuvuS0Ixa3CEpY5xyIqhwR-ULfEjoyq-dOJgIYd-QEA2MihdUodP3ou/s1600/neivapasseiopublico.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCaEQO6LueVrmvdLDAt4MHYy1zAV254AUrBkYW90qDq13j8Xg2G3AZ_JSEQ8V-2YfrhRVMF2pWNequfiwcXNLhLXuvuS0Ixa3CEpY5xyIqhwR-ULfEjoyq-dOJgIYd-QEA2MihdUodP3ou/s320/neivapasseiopublico.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">(Tela de Neiva Passuello)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Tanto que fazer!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">livros que não se lêem, cartas que não se escrevem,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">línguas que não se aprendem,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">amor que não se dá,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">tudo quanto se esquece.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Amigos entre adeuses,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">crianças chorando na tempestade,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">cidadãos assinando papéis, papéis, papéis...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">até o fim do mundo assinando papéis.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">E os pássaros detrás de grades de chuva.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">E os mortos em redoma de cânfora.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">(E uma canção tão bela!)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Tanto que fazer!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">E fizemos apenas isto.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">E nunca soubemos quem éramos,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">nem para quê.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">.</span></div>Renata Christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03838240971069085690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674308523166694403.post-19674611419303517832011-04-12T13:11:00.000-03:002011-04-12T13:11:41.414-03:00António Gedeão<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Dcf558vQqBEwO671wMAAM99on1gIuxtAOFQdtQ9pafMpJsQIYhsMDzNTHUNxTekx3SF4lfkJXa9-sch3sI4JM5D2l1ZccLA0hjexK8DPMVmeL7DMBONInzqJN1DqsXf2xlbINBcBfP1D/s1600/MIRO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Dcf558vQqBEwO671wMAAM99on1gIuxtAOFQdtQ9pafMpJsQIYhsMDzNTHUNxTekx3SF4lfkJXa9-sch3sI4JM5D2l1ZccLA0hjexK8DPMVmeL7DMBONInzqJN1DqsXf2xlbINBcBfP1D/s320/MIRO.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">(Tela de Joan Miró)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; text-decoration: none;"><a href="http://www.astormentas.com/PT/poema/13428/Amostra%20sem%20valor" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_Repeater1_ctl05_HyperLink2" style="text-decoration: none;">Eu sei que o meu desespero não interessa a ninguém. </a></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.astormentas.com/PT/poema/13428/Amostra%20sem%20valor" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_Repeater1_ctl05_HyperLink2" style="text-decoration: none;">Cada um tem o seu, pessoal e intransmissível: </a></div><div style="text-align: center; text-decoration: none;"><a href="http://www.astormentas.com/PT/poema/13428/Amostra%20sem%20valor" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_Repeater1_ctl05_HyperLink2" style="text-decoration: none;">com ele se entretém </a></div><div style="text-align: center; text-decoration: none;"><a href="http://www.astormentas.com/PT/poema/13428/Amostra%20sem%20valor" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_Repeater1_ctl05_HyperLink2" style="text-decoration: none;">e se julga intangível. </a></div><div style="text-align: center; text-decoration: none;"><a href="http://www.astormentas.com/PT/poema/13428/Amostra%20sem%20valor" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_Repeater1_ctl05_HyperLink2" style="text-decoration: none;"><br />
</a></div><div style="text-align: center; text-decoration: none;"><a href="http://www.astormentas.com/PT/poema/13428/Amostra%20sem%20valor" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_Repeater1_ctl05_HyperLink2" style="text-decoration: none;">Eu sei que a Humanidade é mais gente do que eu, </a></div><div style="text-align: center; text-decoration: none;"><a href="http://www.astormentas.com/PT/poema/13428/Amostra%20sem%20valor" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_Repeater1_ctl05_HyperLink2" style="text-decoration: none;">sei que o Mundo é maior do que o bairro onde habito, </a></div><div style="text-align: center; text-decoration: none;"><a href="http://www.astormentas.com/PT/poema/13428/Amostra%20sem%20valor" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_Repeater1_ctl05_HyperLink2" style="text-decoration: none;">que o respirar de um só, mesmo que seja o meu, </a></div><div style="text-align: center; text-decoration: none;"><a href="http://www.astormentas.com/PT/poema/13428/Amostra%20sem%20valor" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_Repeater1_ctl05_HyperLink2" style="text-decoration: none;">não pesa num total que tende para infinito. </a></div><div style="text-align: center; text-decoration: none;"><a href="http://www.astormentas.com/PT/poema/13428/Amostra%20sem%20valor" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_Repeater1_ctl05_HyperLink2" style="text-decoration: none;"><br />
</a></div><div style="text-align: center; text-decoration: none;"><a href="http://www.astormentas.com/PT/poema/13428/Amostra%20sem%20valor" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_Repeater1_ctl05_HyperLink2" style="text-decoration: none;">Eu sei que as dimensões impiedosos da Vida </a></div><div style="text-align: center; text-decoration: none;"><a href="http://www.astormentas.com/PT/poema/13428/Amostra%20sem%20valor" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_Repeater1_ctl05_HyperLink2" style="text-decoration: none;">ignoram todo o homem, dissolvem-no, e, contudo, </a></div><div style="text-align: center; text-decoration: none;"><a href="http://www.astormentas.com/PT/poema/13428/Amostra%20sem%20valor" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_Repeater1_ctl05_HyperLink2" style="text-decoration: none;">nesta insignificância, gratuita e desvalida, </a></div><div style="text-align: center; text-decoration: none;"><a href="http://www.astormentas.com/PT/poema/13428/Amostra%20sem%20valor" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_Repeater1_ctl05_HyperLink2" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"></span></a><a href="http://www.astormentas.com/PT/poema/13428/Amostra%20sem%20valor" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_Repeater1_ctl05_HyperLink2" style="text-decoration: none;">Universo sou eu, com nebulosas e tudo. </a></div></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #eeeeee; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Fonte: <a href="http://www.astormentas.com/">http://www.astormentas.com</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">.</span></div>Renata Christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03838240971069085690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674308523166694403.post-44048230073658388942010-06-23T10:44:00.000-03:002010-06-23T10:44:27.100-03:00Adeus a Saramago<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.afremov.com/uplimg/img_117878_3a1da3fda1ef67a4f9e6364f99a12f45.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="170" src="http://www.afremov.com/uplimg/img_117878_3a1da3fda1ef67a4f9e6364f99a12f45.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(Tela de Leonid Afremov)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">..</span></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f1f1f1; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 12pt; margin-bottom: 3.75pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 3.75pt; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><div class="MsoNormal">Frases selecionadas de José Saramago:</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal">“Todos sabemos que cada dia que nasce é o primeiro para uns e será o último para outros, e que para a maioria, é só um dia mais”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal">“Se tens um coração de ferro, bom proveito. O meu, fizeram-no de carne, e sangra todo dia”. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal">“Falta-nos reflexão, pensar, precisamos do trabalho de pensar, e parece-me que, sem idéias, não vamos a parte nenhuma”.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">.</span></div></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="background: #F1F1F1; line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: 3.75pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 3.75pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">A Literatura perde mais um expoente. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: #F1F1F1; line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: 3.75pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 3.75pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Resta-nos apenas o calor de seus textos que se perpetuarão no tempo. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: #F1F1F1; line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: 3.75pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 3.75pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Pensemos, reflitamos, como aconselhava o autor, para que não fiquemos enraizados na mesmice e na acomodação. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: #F1F1F1; line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: 3.75pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 3.75pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">A vida continua ...</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 12pt; margin-bottom: 3.75pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 3.75pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 12pt; margin-bottom: 3.75pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 3.75pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: #F1F1F1; line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: 3.75pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 3.75pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">18.06.2010</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: #F1F1F1; line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: 3.75pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 3.75pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 12pt; margin-bottom: 3.75pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 3.75pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">.(18</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: #F1F1F1; line-height: 12.0pt; margin-bottom: 3.75pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 3.75pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br />
</span></span></div>Renata Christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03838240971069085690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674308523166694403.post-46906315704365292982010-04-07T09:54:00.001-03:002010-04-07T09:54:48.986-03:00CONTRA A PEDOFILIA, EM DEFESA DA INOCÊNCIA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQzrIHVU40GSRfVHZTQMtzgl7TC9BrM5S1ipu0En6a15Y7GNGBmAz4gI8n5S452dBiqZf2nmgk3q-FyqYK0l2J_6ZXLBaq2JC9rT5K3hX5dN6WxyPbkDKYuGMGAvE_YKxrRn4fyziXh0LD/s1600/selopedofilia.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQzrIHVU40GSRfVHZTQMtzgl7TC9BrM5S1ipu0En6a15Y7GNGBmAz4gI8n5S452dBiqZf2nmgk3q-FyqYK0l2J_6ZXLBaq2JC9rT5K3hX5dN6WxyPbkDKYuGMGAvE_YKxrRn4fyziXh0LD/s320/selopedofilia.gif" /></a></div><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Com muito gosto e exercendo meu papel de cidadã participo da divulgação de mais essa campanha de relevo internacional.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Sabe-se que o Código Penal Brasileiro não possui o tipo penal pedofilia. Entretanto, a pedofilia, como contato sexual entre crianças/adolescentes e adultos, traduz-se juridicamente nos clássicos crimes de estupro (art. 213 do Código Penal) e atentado violento ao pudor (art. 214 do Código Penal), ambos com pena de 6 (seis) a 10 (dez) anos de reclusão e considerados como crimes hediondos.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">.</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">As consequências emocionais para a criança e/ou adolescente são bastante graves, tornando-as inseguras, culpadas, deprimidas, com problemas sexuais e problemas nos relacionamentos íntimos na vida adulta.</span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Transcrevo interessante matéria divulgada pela Revista Isto É On Line (08.03.06):</span></div><br />
</div>Renata Christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03838240971069085690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674308523166694403.post-26186860799038993312010-04-06T13:49:00.000-03:002010-04-06T13:49:38.307-03:00Por Fernando Pessoa ...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl4JJ2jXi0nJg8sbduCQIQ-9eSURtpbcy-ZpkuAk8dUVCV1-NNr93gfIM_UUsbMoscRfF9XIWe4fRFZKZqQf5fyrb_0DQ9RTUTtXtjF9hBEoRb6csVoijF_Wo_XnETMHmM6zHnBS-PRgBm/s1600/caillebot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl4JJ2jXi0nJg8sbduCQIQ-9eSURtpbcy-ZpkuAk8dUVCV1-NNr93gfIM_UUsbMoscRfF9XIWe4fRFZKZqQf5fyrb_0DQ9RTUTtXtjF9hBEoRb6csVoijF_Wo_XnETMHmM6zHnBS-PRgBm/s320/caillebot.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: xx-small;">(Tela de Gustave Caillebotte)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: xx-small;">.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">"Cai chuva do céu cinzento</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Que não tem razão de ser.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Até o meu pensamento</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Tem chuva nele a escorrer."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">(Fernando Pessoa)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">.</span></div>Renata Christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03838240971069085690noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674308523166694403.post-40656188738851049672009-12-14T15:14:00.001-02:002009-12-14T15:14:59.109-02:00Hino dos Reis Magos - Gonçalves Dias<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio9mfsFeHEK3upP-Fy3oB7bOA1VVXu0DJ5zETYni-I6EDOluaWmrNFII8UyrdCYXVDyAK5Ok9_h35IcLpDlqGFWDlhdtE503hk2GxmzotpA0E-oARECJaHubyvRu0I2o9uAZhsuylOprHk/s1600-h/graovasco_adoracao_dos_magos-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rs="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio9mfsFeHEK3upP-Fy3oB7bOA1VVXu0DJ5zETYni-I6EDOluaWmrNFII8UyrdCYXVDyAK5Ok9_h35IcLpDlqGFWDlhdtE503hk2GxmzotpA0E-oARECJaHubyvRu0I2o9uAZhsuylOprHk/s320/graovasco_adoracao_dos_magos-1.jpg" /></a><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">(Tela de Vasco Fernandes - Grão Vasco)</span></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Entre a pobreza e a miséria</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Em singela habitação</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">É nascido o Deus-Menino</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Para a nossa salvação.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Povos e reis, adorai-o,</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">É nascido o Redentor:</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Vem viver, sofrer na terra</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Vem morrer por nosso amor.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Deixou a corte celeste</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">E as galas ricas dos céus,</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Quem entre os homens é Homem,</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Quem entre os anjos é Deus.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Povos e reis, adorai-o,</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">É nascido o Redentor:</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Vem viver, sofrer na terra,</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Vem morrer por nosso amor.</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Lá das partes do Oriente,</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Deixando os domínios seus,</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Vêm os Magos pôr as c'roas,</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Aos pés do Menino-Deus.</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Povos e reis, adorai-o,</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">É nascido o Redentor:</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Vem viver, sofrer na terra,</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Vem morrer por nosso amor.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Vem of'recer os presentes</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Que a Arábia Feliz produz.</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Louvor a Deus nas alturas,</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Louvor na terra a Jesus.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Povos e reis, adorai-o,</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">É nascido o Redentor:</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Vem viver, sofrer na terra,</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Vem morrer por nosso amor. </span><br />
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</div>Renata Christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03838240971069085690noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674308523166694403.post-58258391955680810602009-12-10T15:20:00.000-02:002009-12-10T15:20:06.377-02:00Cilada verbal - Affonso Romano de Sant' Anna<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5-Bha0h5xf9mz9zTci4b-L30dlT3RBMn3GLI3DVhyphenhyphent3KKRcF-xNT0Sc6JSGNtuhFMi4IZYnWvkdP70ASeinVknsa_tAVuuCbPhkWFbYDYPUbV5BRC7c8ZnuLKPob69PkyQ-2OY1RT0XcE/s1600-h/DSC_0148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5-Bha0h5xf9mz9zTci4b-L30dlT3RBMn3GLI3DVhyphenhyphent3KKRcF-xNT0Sc6JSGNtuhFMi4IZYnWvkdP70ASeinVknsa_tAVuuCbPhkWFbYDYPUbV5BRC7c8ZnuLKPob69PkyQ-2OY1RT0XcE/s320/DSC_0148.JPG" /></a><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">(Tela de Varatojo)</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: xx-small;">.</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Há vários modos de matar um homem: </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">com o tiro, a fome, a espada </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">ou com a palavra </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">– envenenada.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">.</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Não é preciso força. </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Basta que a boca solte </span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">a frase engatilhada </span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">e o outro morre </span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">– na sintaxe da emboscada. </span><br />
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</div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Renata Christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03838240971069085690noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674308523166694403.post-15761500541242867042009-12-09T16:32:00.001-02:002009-12-09T16:33:02.030-02:00O apanhador de desperdícios - Manoel de Barros<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL66zg8SjKh7UEz6xt068ybJXGl9zIR-TZuIoV8OaTQBfeP0TT3VboL3ZmVcGGSlEi_i89iucX7n8QHmZb_0hx_WFfL0ypfdhSHIo9FPKzFz0jPOuow7QKF3cOv7DVxBXCeW1VxZyoZbTb/s1600-h/OAa_0002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL66zg8SjKh7UEz6xt068ybJXGl9zIR-TZuIoV8OaTQBfeP0TT3VboL3ZmVcGGSlEi_i89iucX7n8QHmZb_0hx_WFfL0ypfdhSHIo9FPKzFz0jPOuow7QKF3cOv7DVxBXCeW1VxZyoZbTb/s320/OAa_0002.jpg" /></a><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">(Tela de Portinari)</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: xx-small;">.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: xx-small;">.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Uso a palavra para compor meus silêncios.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Não gosto das palavras</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">fatigadas de informar.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Dou mais respeito</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">às que vivem de barriga no chão</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">tipo água, pedra, sapo.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Entendo bem o sotaque das águas.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Dou respeito às coisas desimportantes </span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">e aos seres desimportantes.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Prezo insetos mais que aviões.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Prezo a velocidade</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">das tartarugas mais que a dos mísseis.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Tenho em mim esse atraso de nascença.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Eu fui aparelhado</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">para gostar de passarinhos.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Tenho abundância de ser feliz por isso.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Meu quintal é maior do que o mundo.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Sou um apanhador de desperdícios:</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Amo os restos,</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">como as boas moscas.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Queria que a minha voz tivesse um formato de canto.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Porque eu não sou da informática:e</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">u sou da invencionática.</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Só uso a palavra para compor meus silêncios</span><br />
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</div>Renata Christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03838240971069085690noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674308523166694403.post-16083658104046382802009-12-08T19:58:00.001-02:002009-12-08T19:59:41.062-02:00Tempos e Momentos - Dária Farion<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigeBQs03k_b1ctNQxF_blNjbkJJC0iGyP0J9j-G4tL_Va2uAuMoWrMLn36myOnVfHrsMbABiMN1Obt4fFc2VIqCUl-cjqCjoROkWDVGOG5cHiNgjW50W7P0td5oKgofzkAmpTXkrqpKH_K/s1600-h/rt0088-044.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" er="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigeBQs03k_b1ctNQxF_blNjbkJJC0iGyP0J9j-G4tL_Va2uAuMoWrMLn36myOnVfHrsMbABiMN1Obt4fFc2VIqCUl-cjqCjoROkWDVGOG5cHiNgjW50W7P0td5oKgofzkAmpTXkrqpKH_K/s320/rt0088-044.jpg" /></a><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">(Tela de W. Maguetas)</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Foram tantos os tempos</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Foram tantos os momentos,</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Acelerei na velocidade máxima</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Vivi os tempos.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Nem sempre consegui apreender os momentos:</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Não lembro o sabor do primeiro cálice.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Trago no peito a saudade da velocidade,</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Piso bem de leve no acelerador</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Para contemporizar o momento,</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Retardar a despedida.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Mas agora é o tempo que corre célere:</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Aproxima-se veloz a linha da passagem.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">.</span><br />
</div>Renata Christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03838240971069085690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674308523166694403.post-48366142591811033912009-12-07T15:44:00.000-02:002009-12-07T15:44:08.258-02:00Lilases - Pe. Alfredo Vieira de Freitas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtOsypjqmzuH_J_EGgVy1LS_lvIYQ3hvy98btMDbFk2s3mZDuifWErOd6LqaDHHyGc3c-XPrIVm-TfoBble_7ihAzfCfrYsvCqsbrnf55hhEZYffGwIQDezUOs_S-zYQiSrm9fiMQc8Sts/s1600-h/neivalilases.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" er="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtOsypjqmzuH_J_EGgVy1LS_lvIYQ3hvy98btMDbFk2s3mZDuifWErOd6LqaDHHyGc3c-XPrIVm-TfoBble_7ihAzfCfrYsvCqsbrnf55hhEZYffGwIQDezUOs_S-zYQiSrm9fiMQc8Sts/s320/neivalilases.jpg" /></a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">(Tela de Neiva Passuello)</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Na primavera à luz do sol poente,</span><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Ou nas lindas manhãs de céu de anil,</span><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Reclinam-se os Lilases docemente,</span><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Debruçados num gesto senhoril.</span><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">.</span><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Por eles vai passando toda a gente, </span><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Mas os Lilases, num sonhar febril,</span><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Apenas dão perfume ao ambiente</span><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">E ficam a cismar o mes de Abril.</span><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">.</span><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Tão tristes, são imagem da Saudade,</span><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">E fazem-me lembrar a mocidade . . .</span><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Ilusões da minha alma sonhadora!</span><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">.</span><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">As flores dos Lilases vão caindo! . . .</span><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">São as desilusões dum sonho lindo,</span><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Dum sonho Lindo que sonhei outrora ! . . .</span><br />
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</div>Renata Christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03838240971069085690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674308523166694403.post-19319787452471509972009-12-04T11:28:00.000-02:002009-12-04T11:28:52.311-02:00Beleza - Menotti del Picchia<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW_tTBdkkIHOOXqKb9m8U8m9mUPfs8rU6H8RsSeJoCX5iJIro3kLlRlIL5EprRqlVTY8TDvQb8F9AtcOQSffiJ8ivYx4qJ_1EZ6YDp9_d28xNRmt1gqITIDJy194Pa8tCslJCgihS1TU8d/s1600-h/04_000191_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" er="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW_tTBdkkIHOOXqKb9m8U8m9mUPfs8rU6H8RsSeJoCX5iJIro3kLlRlIL5EprRqlVTY8TDvQb8F9AtcOQSffiJ8ivYx4qJ_1EZ6YDp9_d28xNRmt1gqITIDJy194Pa8tCslJCgihS1TU8d/s320/04_000191_a.jpg" /></a><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">(Tela de Cézanne)<br />
<span style="color: white;">.</span></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">A beleza das coisas te devasta</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">como o sol que fascina mas te cega.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Delas contundo a luminosa entrega </span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">nunca se dá, melhor, nunca te basta.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">E a imensa paz que para além te arrasta</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">quanto mais se te esquiva ou te renega...</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Paz tão do alto e paz dessa macega</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">que nos campos esplende à luz mais casta.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">.</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">A beleza te fere e todavia</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">afaga, uma emoção (sempre a primeira e nunca</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">repetida) que conduz</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">o teu deslumbramento para um dia</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">à noite misturado, na clareira</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">em que te sentes noite em plena luz.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">.</span><br />
</div></div>Renata Christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03838240971069085690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674308523166694403.post-91435959300979419142009-12-03T08:19:00.000-02:002009-12-03T08:19:08.021-02:00Amigo - Roseana Murray<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxz9TjjSq4AxtIwligXSLyUNwmCHin_JmXkem0dr3Gab7aHrDwMjUnALqrR137LI5lrhS9JmXedmGxTio5jrfSAZiyHZE1xA5JDGsyWv8u0QmPCjSSJPqDri6NFrQ9SG_d3msBnp1lDbWG/s1600-h/Now_is_it_Christmas_again_(1907)_by_Carl_Larsson.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" er="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxz9TjjSq4AxtIwligXSLyUNwmCHin_JmXkem0dr3Gab7aHrDwMjUnALqrR137LI5lrhS9JmXedmGxTio5jrfSAZiyHZE1xA5JDGsyWv8u0QmPCjSSJPqDri6NFrQ9SG_d3msBnp1lDbWG/s320/Now_is_it_Christmas_again_(1907)_by_Carl_Larsson.jpg" /></a><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">(Tela de Carl Larsson)</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">que um amigo se reconheça</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">sempre</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">na face de outro amigo</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">e nesse espelho descanse</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">seus olhos</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">e derrame sua alma</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">como a crina de um cavalo</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">levemente pousada no tempo</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">.</span><br />
</div>Renata Christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03838240971069085690noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674308523166694403.post-43577920515595893362009-11-30T15:08:00.000-02:002009-11-30T15:08:31.411-02:00O nascimento do homem - Vinícius de Moraes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6ynHqPz8uyUMUjG8-ksoBZKbRDqjiwH91Z9F4olQ_KUfCbY6_23mo9Fd8UBb8kSoRZQdYjfmw7ayalVUPswQ9XS9ZVsdNoaZCb6WFJHRr6aJKUX-3SvswFPTU4rynQc_xzbG07ebhAljW/s1600/Renoir-FamiliadoArtista.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6ynHqPz8uyUMUjG8-ksoBZKbRDqjiwH91Z9F4olQ_KUfCbY6_23mo9Fd8UBb8kSoRZQdYjfmw7ayalVUPswQ9XS9ZVsdNoaZCb6WFJHRr6aJKUX-3SvswFPTU4rynQc_xzbG07ebhAljW/s320/Renoir-FamiliadoArtista.jpg" yr="true" /></a><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">(Tela de Renoir)</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: xx-small;">.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: xx-small;">.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">E uma vez, quando ajoelhados assistíamos à dança nua das auroras</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Surgiu do céu parado como uma visão de alta serenidade</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Uma branca mulher de cujo sexo a luz jorrava em ondas</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">E de cujos seios corria um doce leite ignorado.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Oh, como ela era bela! era impura – mas como ela era bela!</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Era como um canto ou como uma flor brotando ou como um cisne</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Tinha um sorriso de praia em madrugada e um olhar evanescente</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">E uma cabeleira de luz como uma cachoeira em plenilúnio.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white;">.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Vinha dela uma fala de amor irresistível</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Um chamado como uma canção noturna na distância</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Um calor de corpo dormindo e um abandono de onda descendo</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Uma sedução de vela fugindo ou de garça voando.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">E a ela fomos e a ela nos misturamos e a tivemos...</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Em véus de neblina fugiam as auroras nos braços do vento</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Mas que nos importava se também ela nos carregava nos seus braços</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">E se o seu leite sobre nós escorria e pelo céu?</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Ela nos acolheu, estranhos parasitas, pelo seu corpo desnudado</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">E nós a amamos e defendemos e nós no ventre a fecundamos</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Dormíamos sobre os seus seios apoiados ao clarão das tormentas</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">E desejávamos ser astros para inda melhor compreendê-la.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Uma noite o horrível sonho desceu sobre as nossas almas sossegadas</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">A amada ia ficando gelada e silenciosa – luzes morriam nos seus olhos...</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Do seu peito corria o leite frio e ao nosso amor desacordada</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Subiu mais alto e mais além, morta dentro do espaço.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Muito tempo choramos e as nossas lágrimas inundaram a terra</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Mas morre toda a dor ante a visão dolorosa da beleza</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Ao vulto da manhã sonhamos a paz e a desejamos</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Sonhamos a grande viagem através da serenidade das crateras.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Mas quando as nossas asas vibraram no ar dormente</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Sentimos a prisão nebulosa de leite envolvendo as nossas espécies</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> Via Láctea – o rio da paixão correndo sobre a pureza das estrelas</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">A linfa dos peitos da amada que um dia morreu.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Maldito o que bebeu o leite dos seios da virgem que não era mãe mas era amante</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Maldito o que se banhou na luz que não era pura mas ardente</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Maldito o que se demorou na contemplação do sexo que não era calmo mas amargo</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">O que beijou os lábios que eram como a ferida dando sangue!</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">E nós ali ficamos, batendo as asas libertas, escravos do misterioso plasma</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Metade anjo, metade demônio, cheios de euforia do vento e da doçura do cárcere remoto</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Debruçados sobre a terra, mostrando a maravilhosa essência da nossa vida</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Lírios, já agora turvos lírios das campas, nascidos da face lívida da morte.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">II</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">.</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Mas vai que havia por esse tempo nas tribos da terra</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Estranhas mulheres de olhos parados e longas vestes nazarenas</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">que tinham o plácido amor nos gestos tristes e serenos</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">E o divino desejo nos frios lábios anelantes.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">E quando as noites estelares fremiam nos campos sem lua</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">E a Via Láctea como uma visão de lágrimas surgia</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Elas beijavam de leve a face do homem dormindo no feno</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">E saíam dos casebres ocultos, pelas estradas murmurantes.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">E no momento em que a planície escura beijava os dois longínquos horizontes</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">E o céu se derramava iluminadamente sobre a várzea</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Iam as mulheres e se deitavam no chão paralisadas</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">As brancas túnicas abertas e o branco ventre desnudado.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">E pela noite adentro elas ficavam, descobertas</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">O amante olhar boiando sobre a grande plantação de estrelas</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">No desejo sem fim dos pequenos seres de luz alcandorados</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Que palpitavam na distância numa promessa de beleza.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">E tão eternamente os desejavam e tão na alma os possuíam</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Que às vezes desgravitados uns despenhavam-se no espaço</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">E vertiginosamente caíam numa chuva de fogo e de fulgores</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Pelo misterioso tropismo subitamente carregados.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Nesse instante, ao delíquio de amor das destinadas</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Num milagre de unção, delas se projetava à altura</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Como um cogumelo gigantesco um grande útero fremente</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Que ao céu colhia a estrela e ao ventre retornava.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">E assim pelo ciclo negro da pálida esfera através do tempo</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Ao clarão imortal dos pássaros de fogo cruzando o céu noturno</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">As mulheres, aos gritos agudos da carne rompida de dentro</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Iam se fecundando ao amor puríssimo do espaço.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">E às cores da manhã elas voltavam vagarosas</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Pelas estradas frescas, através dos vastos bosques de pinheiros</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">E ao chegar, no feno onde o homem sereno inda dormia</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Em preces rituais e cantos místicos velavam.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Um dia mordiam-lhes o ventre, nas entranhas – entre raios de sol vinha tormenta…</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">sofriam... e ao estridor dos elementos confundidos</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Deitavam à terra o fruto maldito de cuja face transtornada</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">As primeiras e mais tristes lágrimas desciam.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Tinha nascido o poeta. Sua face é bela, seu coração é trágico</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Seu destino é atroz; ao triste materno beijo mudo e ausente</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Ele parte! Busca ainda as viagens eternas da origem</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Sonha ainda a música um dia ouvida em sua essência.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">.</span><br />
</div>Renata Christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03838240971069085690noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674308523166694403.post-24364543932406428032009-11-26T16:42:00.000-02:002009-11-26T16:42:17.769-02:00Natal chegando ...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC3KG1Yu92_UleEzP6sMIWpzV85ij0TOjkZtP2kqgaxyUm2khjBB7ZjcsokWUuvAum8rCOwQq4Fp5wEYEm_8UrvXtp67t_YgVjo_l9KYPkAocHaJG2YLHaE1pXxTRGwCTILuy_z3v3RKAT/s1600/anita-malfatti-natividade-ost-65x81sd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC3KG1Yu92_UleEzP6sMIWpzV85ij0TOjkZtP2kqgaxyUm2khjBB7ZjcsokWUuvAum8rCOwQq4Fp5wEYEm_8UrvXtp67t_YgVjo_l9KYPkAocHaJG2YLHaE1pXxTRGwCTILuy_z3v3RKAT/s320/anita-malfatti-natividade-ost-65x81sd.jpg" yr="true" /></a><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">(Tela de Anita Malfatti)</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: xx-small;">.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: xx-small;">.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">"... Dizem que ao chegar a época em que se comemora a Natividade de Nosso Salvador, o pássaro matinal se põe a cantar a noite inteira: nenhum espírito então se atreve a adejar pelo espaço; as noites são saudáveis, os planetas se acalmam; as fadas não atuam, nem as feiticeiras usam o seu poder de encantamento. </span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Como este tempo é feliz e cheio de graça!"</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">(Shakespeare, Hamlet)</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">.</span><br />
</div>Renata Christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03838240971069085690noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674308523166694403.post-33033289573275322592009-11-24T15:30:00.000-02:002009-11-24T15:30:18.200-02:00Saber viver - Cora Coralina<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzLxMaH8K9lfflhPSfoaDH6UIfgod6_vS7cp8QuvsoXdMCOik9fyJIag_WWiSGw4j-l7bxa087IiCEPKweEnqDU4gALdTRTEUSiy_k0PRygJ4UVyQFaaprPMGfLvq4vmHw-wEdHWbTLSMe/s1600/joana-liberal-cunha-jose-ferraz-de-almeida-jr-1892-ost-pinacoteca-est-sp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzLxMaH8K9lfflhPSfoaDH6UIfgod6_vS7cp8QuvsoXdMCOik9fyJIag_WWiSGw4j-l7bxa087IiCEPKweEnqDU4gALdTRTEUSiy_k0PRygJ4UVyQFaaprPMGfLvq4vmHw-wEdHWbTLSMe/s320/joana-liberal-cunha-jose-ferraz-de-almeida-jr-1892-ost-pinacoteca-est-sp.jpg" yr="true" /></a><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">(Tela de José Ferraz de Almeida Júnior )</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"></span><br />
</div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: white; font-size: xx-small;">.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: white; font-size: xx-small;">.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Não sei... Se a vida é curta <br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Ou longa demais pra nós, </span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Mas sei que nada do que vivemos </span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Tem sentido, se não tocamos o coração das pessoas. </span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Muitas vezes basta ser: </span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Colo que acolhe, </span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Braço que envolve, </span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Palavra que conforta, </span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Silêncio que respeita, </span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Alegria que contagia, </span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Lágrima que corre, </span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Olhar que acaricia, </span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Desejo que sacia, </span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Amor que promove. </span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">E isso não é coisa de outro mundo, </span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">É o que dá sentido à vida. </span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">É o que faz com que ela </span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Não seja nem curta, </span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Nem longa demais, </span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Mas que seja intensa, </span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Verdadeira, pura... </span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Enquanto durar.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white;">.</span><br />
</div>Renata Christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03838240971069085690noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674308523166694403.post-90511156613062707152009-11-20T10:22:00.004-02:002009-11-20T11:29:08.042-02:00A um poeta - Francisca Clotilde<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKFK2stVhpJz2V0hfyoe2014Awt-l4Ndy7sPmsH7a8C9l3pVgWTLXtmkTobetjAgfsrKtsAdzx1zc0llmMEghdEwHbrRKBuUrsNL6aBbSk1NV_OWQf0FXRpogWDRN-pKRpclysP8iL5XG9/s1600/guido+viaro.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 163px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406176722744319650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKFK2stVhpJz2V0hfyoe2014Awt-l4Ndy7sPmsH7a8C9l3pVgWTLXtmkTobetjAgfsrKtsAdzx1zc0llmMEghdEwHbrRKBuUrsNL6aBbSk1NV_OWQf0FXRpogWDRN-pKRpclysP8iL5XG9/s320/guido+viaro.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">(Obra de Guido Viaro)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Detem a inspiração e o estro ousado,<br />Passa altivo no mundo o indiferente;<br />Que te importa o sofrer mais apurado<br />A beleza, a ilusão, o sonho ardente?<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.<br /></span>Tudo é vão, tudo passa, tudo mente:<br />Do teu canto o vibrar apaixonado<br />Disfarça muita vez um tom magoado<br />E se inspira na dor, na dor somente.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.<br /></span>Sofra embora tua alma em desatino<br />De não ser entendida, atroz destino<br />Canta e segue a penosa trajetória.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.<br /></span>Dilacerem-te os pés rudes abrolhos,<br />Canta a luz da alvorada, a cor de uns olhos,<br />O mar, a imensidade, o amor, a glória.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></span></div>Renata Christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03838240971069085690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674308523166694403.post-32191413069609446032009-11-19T15:56:00.010-02:002009-11-20T11:17:32.235-02:00Auto-retrato - Roseana Murray<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHDCuX83cGgy8-o5nRY2uD9ardrt9m7EtGepwsO9o9bWqgpsr0DSqdyE8g08wgFHScF3UnVZ4bK2Hr8Puotg4QcL8tE5pXkN4Mbeh8iIX970XfnLJIZaZTLEPNbq7whOVkjb8V1081m0y7/s1600/mag.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406173629675206738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHDCuX83cGgy8-o5nRY2uD9ardrt9m7EtGepwsO9o9bWqgpsr0DSqdyE8g08wgFHScF3UnVZ4bK2Hr8Puotg4QcL8tE5pXkN4Mbeh8iIX970XfnLJIZaZTLEPNbq7whOVkjb8V1081m0y7/s320/mag.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">(Tela de W. Maguetas)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">falo pouco</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">entre uma palavra e outra</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">um rio pára e descansa</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">suas águas contínuas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">meu coração habita</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">a terceira margem</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">onde cavalos e pássaros</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">fabricam os sonhos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">que sonharei</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">debaixo das unhas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">estão guardados</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">os dias que virão</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">novelo de vida</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">uma ponta amarrada no pulso</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">a outra ponta perdida</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div>Renata Christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03838240971069085690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674308523166694403.post-60428098815947903082009-11-18T15:08:00.007-02:002009-11-18T16:16:14.714-02:00A rosa branca - Thiago de Mello<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmxM-g044pHeF6IazEn74YGnL4RbxITxmRovddJ5otOyy9SYqcX_jKcEqxe-Z5n6ljYAaKckp0HBOtzpFnuIcOECbWvIBv3y6AeiH-wJaKkJ4rHvSHoDJ9gmJoOxFtB5l6xTPb5sYu_XVW/s1600/rosa-branca.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405508966193383714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmxM-g044pHeF6IazEn74YGnL4RbxITxmRovddJ5otOyy9SYqcX_jKcEqxe-Z5n6ljYAaKckp0HBOtzpFnuIcOECbWvIBv3y6AeiH-wJaKkJ4rHvSHoDJ9gmJoOxFtB5l6xTPb5sYu_XVW/s320/rosa-branca.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Não me inquieta se o caminho </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">que me coube - por secreto </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">desígnio - jamais floresce. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Dentro de mim, sei que existe, </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">oculta, uma rosa branca. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Incólume rosa. E branca. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Não pude colhê-la: mal </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">nascera e logo perdi-me </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">nos labirintos do tempo, </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">onde desde então pervago </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">apenas entressonhando </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">aquilo que sou - e vive </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">no recôncavo da rosa. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sem conhecer-me, padeço</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">o mistério de existir </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">um amargo desencontro </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">comigo mesmo. No entanto, </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">pesar tão largo se apaga </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">quando pressinto: na rosa, </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">mistério não há. Nenhum. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sem medo de trair-me a face, </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">posso morrer amanhã. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Extinto o jugo do tempo, </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">olhos nem boca haverá </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">- para a queixa e para a lágrima - </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">se em vez de rosa, de pétala </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">cinza de pétala, apenas </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">existir a escuridão. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">O vazio. Nada mais. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div>Renata Christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03838240971069085690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674308523166694403.post-58496708901885794222009-11-16T10:39:00.010-02:002009-11-16T11:23:32.528-02:00Sei lá... a vida tem sempre razão - Vinícius de Moraes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3fPl0y1_2HgicK11AO9gk1O9VLw8lBQrNhHLfPxAXVsHZ4f1quETXYMbA9zGnjL2PGsIJ_2qf18jSc24Qu_dh8ZZxRYwOBKzx-1U1Z2KuT_0-G8dmehIoDaaElhQccJtLJdQeTJWdlWIW/s1600/henri+matisse.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3fPl0y1_2HgicK11AO9gk1O9VLw8lBQrNhHLfPxAXVsHZ4f1quETXYMbA9zGnjL2PGsIJ_2qf18jSc24Qu_dh8ZZxRYwOBKzx-1U1Z2KuT_0-G8dmehIoDaaElhQccJtLJdQeTJWdlWIW/s320/henri+matisse.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404682683008456978" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">(Tela de Matisse)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">Tem dias que eu fico</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">Pensando na vida</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">E sinceramente</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Não vejo saída</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Como é, por exemplo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Que dá pra entender</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">A gente mal nasce</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Começa a morrer</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Depois da chegada</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Vem sempre a partida</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Porque não há nada</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Sem separação</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">Sei lá, sei lá</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">A vida é uma grande ilusão</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">Sei lá, sei lá</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">Só sei que ela está com a razão</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">A gente nem sabe</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Que males se apronta</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Fazendo de conta</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Fingindo esquecer</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Que nada renasce</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Antes que se acabe</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">E o sol que desponta</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Tem que anoitecer</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">De nada adianta</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Ficar-se de fora</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">A hora do sim</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">É um descuido do não</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Sei lá, sei lá</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Só sei que é preciso paixão</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Sei lá, sei lá</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">A vida tem sempre razão</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">.</span></span></div>Renata Christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03838240971069085690noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674308523166694403.post-40709983624159848492009-11-13T10:19:00.006-02:002009-11-13T10:38:50.330-02:00Bom dia, amigo sol - J. G. de Araújo Jorge<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje2arWjmbEyOUzUF8SRCbUuCMDh1lrHpz-CzN0brLdB1DQoVBiQKYkJXaP3YkQvS6WoG5oGTgyDiF02y84FQuFZGPy5u5mFxIyMupw3qOtwJCQZDGVXl01JVS8d2ZIYzzsUmzBENMDYs5X/s1600-h/sol.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403566563137098882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje2arWjmbEyOUzUF8SRCbUuCMDh1lrHpz-CzN0brLdB1DQoVBiQKYkJXaP3YkQvS6WoG5oGTgyDiF02y84FQuFZGPy5u5mFxIyMupw3qOtwJCQZDGVXl01JVS8d2ZIYzzsUmzBENMDYs5X/s320/sol.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">(Tela retirada do site: </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.toucanart.com/">http://www.toucanart.com/</a></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">sem referência à autoria)<br /></span><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Bom dia, amigo Sol! A casa é tua!<br />As bandas da janela abre e escancara,<br />- deixa que entre a manhã sonora e clara<br />que anda lá fora alegre pela rua!<br /><br />Entre! Vem surpreendê-la quase nua,<br />doura-lhe as formas de beleza rara...<br />Na intimidade em que a deixei, repara<br />Que a sua carne é branca como a Lua!<br /><br />Bom dia, amigo Sol! É esse o meu ninho...<br />Que não repares no seu desalinho<br />nem no ar cheio de sombras, de cansaços...<br /><br />Entra! Só tu possuis esse direito,<br />- de surpreendê-la, quente dos meus braços,<br />no aconchego feliz do nosso leito!...<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.<br /></span>(Poema de JG de Araujo Jorge extraído do livro<br />Eterno Motivo; - Prêmio Raul de Leoni,<br />da Academia Carioca de Letras - 1943 )<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></span></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"> </span></div>Renata Christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03838240971069085690noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674308523166694403.post-23012035957959278912009-11-12T10:42:00.003-02:002009-11-12T10:52:58.004-02:00Cotidiano - Miguel Torga<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQXDIiJxpcYm-4cJ_5Ww9D1i9l14E5Qh1FWsQ9WMprPzB9innyzjtTVJaKlHWU8plfko1Yk1NUb4Jq-YKeMqFgpNzAFSB2ySnrq39xFOZC00MtabcvsVug9nDnVr5w5oLbx9OKPPOT6liO/s1600-h/luizacaetano.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403199168174279490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQXDIiJxpcYm-4cJ_5Ww9D1i9l14E5Qh1FWsQ9WMprPzB9innyzjtTVJaKlHWU8plfko1Yk1NUb4Jq-YKeMqFgpNzAFSB2ySnrq39xFOZC00MtabcvsVug9nDnVr5w5oLbx9OKPPOT6liO/s320/luizacaetano.bmp" /></a> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(Tela de Luiza Caetano)<br /></span><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br />Murchou a flor aberta ao sol do tempo.<br />Assim tinha de ser, neste renovo<br />Cotidiano,<br />Outro ano,<br />Outra flor,<br />Outro perfume.<br />O gume<br />Do cansaço<br />Vai ceifando,<br />E o braço<br />Doutro sonho<br />Semeando.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.<br /></span>É essa a eternidade:<br />A permanente rendição da vida.<br />Outro ano,<br />Outra flor,<br />Outro perfume,<br />E o lume<br />De não sei que ilusão a arder no cume<br />De não sei que expressão nunca atingida.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">Miguel Torga,<br />in 'Orfeu Rebelde' </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">. </span></div></span></span>Renata Christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03838240971069085690noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674308523166694403.post-42353172478677119292009-11-11T14:22:00.005-02:002009-11-11T15:20:01.573-02:00Fragmentos - Rita Camargo Caldas<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxwCesM8VIMeZfhC3abeLSHRiu4VTNCo5U8Yeh_5gC2eG2S3OC1cSwyVz7-Hp_jPX5RbDRBjklFE8uR_o_L4PrrGsI4maO1Goc9O6P3bIPsxHRD0EKS3sznTWvTp8yYtOvBfk9qaNOtbXD/s1600-h/lauttin.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402896857077217714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxwCesM8VIMeZfhC3abeLSHRiu4VTNCo5U8Yeh_5gC2eG2S3OC1cSwyVz7-Hp_jPX5RbDRBjklFE8uR_o_L4PrrGsI4maO1Goc9O6P3bIPsxHRD0EKS3sznTWvTp8yYtOvBfk9qaNOtbXD/s320/lauttin.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">(Tela de Toulose-Lautrec)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Um dia<br />O sonhador solitário<br />Viajando pelos canteiros<br />De rosas e fantasias<br />Á procura do Amor,<br />Tropeçou<br />Nas armadilhas da dor<br />Ferido pelas alquimias da ilusão<br />Banhou-se em lágrimas<br />Nas difusas águas<br />Da tristeza e solidão.<br />E ali,<br />Encolhido no desânimo<br />Dos seus dias<br />Adormeceu o espírito.<br />Despertado um dia pelo tempo,<br />O sonhador levantou<br />E, caminhando de encontro ao sol,<br />Encontrou a saudade,<br />A lembrança<br />E a ternura.<br />Embalado neste sonho,<br />Procurou novas fontes,<br />De amores, alegrias e felicidade<br />Na busca da verdade<br />Encontrou a interrogação<br />Qual é a verdade?<br />A tua<br />A minha verdade?<br />Mais à frente,<br />Na fonte dos amores,<br />Escondida entre as pedras<br />Vislumbrou a felicidade<br />Dividida em fragmentos<br />De efêmeros momentos.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></span></div></div>Renata Christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03838240971069085690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674308523166694403.post-62740092534836374702009-10-24T16:51:00.008-02:002009-10-24T17:07:33.575-02:00Por Rubem Alves<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ck9VgAXcsa3POjMJ6RSpIhqZktHxA4FdXrDv-zMRW6b-Zu2zZtjAzoGT3HHEbUDy2yjVeTpa-bIg_YJBfCg_Kzr1FYIOgTsqf3T_w6fHyGou3WH4-frK1zyNqajFat5S7gjeuwgiPu-K/s1600-h/Paisagem_com_Concriz_-_Adriano_Santori.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396243947734241682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ck9VgAXcsa3POjMJ6RSpIhqZktHxA4FdXrDv-zMRW6b-Zu2zZtjAzoGT3HHEbUDy2yjVeTpa-bIg_YJBfCg_Kzr1FYIOgTsqf3T_w6fHyGou3WH4-frK1zyNqajFat5S7gjeuwgiPu-K/s320/Paisagem_com_Concriz_-_Adriano_Santori.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">(Tela de Adriano Santori)</span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.<br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;">.</span><a href="http://adrianosantori2009.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">http://adrianosantori2009.blogspot.com/</span></a></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"A vida tem sua própria sabedoria. Quem tenta ajudar uma borboleta a sair do casulo a mata. Quem tenta ajudar o broto a sairda semente o destrói. Há certas coisas que têm que acontecer de dentro para fora" .</span> </div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div></div>Renata Christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03838240971069085690noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7674308523166694403.post-73779223811751644512009-10-05T11:31:00.008-03:002009-11-11T15:01:30.620-02:00Só um me resta - Marina Colasanti<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsAumDsyeX18PN-MxwukO_0l2SIXmP_M-uuJd8frvi3k2ixcrlqiv-xHvBzlpeRnEBhUSeHhUllCmjzkosYQ8g0R-PjSZ4fNg7hi-1jV9kY4vuswGUUyPmZ2jgAoHw93vZ0rHds7_E8IvH/s1600-h/082-Uma_noite_de_inverno%252030x24-2005_big.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402892019805585458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsAumDsyeX18PN-MxwukO_0l2SIXmP_M-uuJd8frvi3k2ixcrlqiv-xHvBzlpeRnEBhUSeHhUllCmjzkosYQ8g0R-PjSZ4fNg7hi-1jV9kY4vuswGUUyPmZ2jgAoHw93vZ0rHds7_E8IvH/s320/082-Uma_noite_de_inverno%252030x24-2005_big.jpg" /></a> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">(Tela de W. Maguetas)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Três quartos da noite já se foram</span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">e só um me resta.</span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">As estrelas me seguiram seu caminho</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">a madrugada vem ao meu encontro com</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">passos de silêncio.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Quando o leite do dia for derramado</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">intensa será a luz</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">para estes olhos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">que só penumbra alcançam.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div>Renata Christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03838240971069085690noreply@blogger.com0