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causamos sofrimento.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;">A</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >mamos, somos amados.
<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Envelhecemos, morremos.</span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:180%;">P</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">orém, somos humanos.</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">O humano não existe sem memórias.</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Memórias não existem sem emoções.</span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >G</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >uardamos, somente o que marca profundamente.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >
<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;">O</span></span></span> que nos difere do animal?</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">A forma com que nos expressamos,</span></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Nossa maior evolução.</span></span></span></span></span>
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<br />Paulohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11006868098289688712noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016513734222495537.post-11968537163852914662010-03-14T22:10:00.005-03:002010-03-14T23:57:30.915-03:00The Arrivals Gate<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ9AW_NU8C9O1-J79X60T4jvIfVAUloCFwoqO3l3LkLoEnCSV9xS0RZo6uaIAMvg8GU_9AIhqsyQdrCSZWc2hYnzoAyzXGHX2HIepZZIYwbE_4gm3hyphenhyphenli68HR5C-HXEv6GwOsYE-Vz6l8r/s1600-h/abraco1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ9AW_NU8C9O1-J79X60T4jvIfVAUloCFwoqO3l3LkLoEnCSV9xS0RZo6uaIAMvg8GU_9AIhqsyQdrCSZWc2hYnzoAyzXGHX2HIepZZIYwbE_4gm3hyphenhyphenli68HR5C-HXEv6GwOsYE-Vz6l8r/s320/abraco1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448667736452034658" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">V<span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">ou sair e ir para os portões de chegada do aeroporto.<br />Ficar sentada lá durante todo o dia a observar pessoas se reencontrando,<br />demonstrações de afeição em público são estimulantes!<br />Até fazem dos aeroportos lugares agradáveis.<br />Observando crianças correndo com seus braços estendidos,<br />apenas para atirá-los em volta dos pescoços de seus avós.<br />Observando amantes plantarem beijos, senhores e suas senhoras,<br />nos portões de chegada.<br /> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Ani diFranco<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Portões - Analogias com a vida,<br />chegadas, despedidas, instantes,<br />segredos, imaginar...<br /></span></span><br /></span></span></span></span></span>Paulohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11006868098289688712noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016513734222495537.post-61063565983627469792010-03-11T01:48:00.009-03:002010-03-11T01:55:51.570-03:00Esta Gente<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0tC1n1VUzSqLah16ogybJbxFt30bqIOuljN5f7T1hciSu_kE7kSsXhT_KWPCSe7BYALwE8oWFmqfzuwIdGdtO1I2WIj4fRUWEmSAu5_Y6_Ju1MLfXy5nxkZ2kQuL-Q6Fq-b4r34IIIMGG/s1600-h/Raul+Alexandre.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0tC1n1VUzSqLah16ogybJbxFt30bqIOuljN5f7T1hciSu_kE7kSsXhT_KWPCSe7BYALwE8oWFmqfzuwIdGdtO1I2WIj4fRUWEmSAu5_Y6_Ju1MLfXy5nxkZ2kQuL-Q6Fq-b4r34IIIMGG/s320/Raul+Alexandre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447233899946279202" border="0" /></a>
<br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Fotografia: Raul Alexandre
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Section1 {size:595.3pt 841.9pt; margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; mso-header-margin:35.4pt; mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-priority:99; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} </style> <![endif]--> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" >Esta gente cujo rosto
<br />Às vezes luminoso
<br />E outras vezes tosco
<br />Ora me lembra escravos</span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">
<br /><span style=";font-family:";" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" ><span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" >Ora me lembra reis
<br />Faz renascer meu gosto
<br />De luta e de combate
<br />Contra o abutre e a cobra</span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">
<br /><span style=";font-family:";" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" ><span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" >O porco e o milhafre
<br />Pois a gente que tem
<br />O rosto desenhado
<br />Por paciência e fome</span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">
<br /><span style=";font-family:";" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" ><span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" >É a gente em quem
<br />Um país ocupado
<br />Escreve o seu nome
<br />E em frente desta gente</span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">
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<br />Como a pedra no chão
<br />E mais do que a pedra
<br />Humilhada e calcada</span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">
<br /><span style=";font-family:";" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" ><span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" >Meu canto se renova
<br />E recomeço a busca
<br />De um país liberto
<br />De uma vida limpa</span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">
<br /><span style=";font-family:";" > <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">E de um tempo justo.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /><span style=";font-family:";" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style=";font-family:";" >- Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen -</span></b><span style=";font-family:";" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" ><o:p> </o:p></span>
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<br />Paulohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11006868098289688712noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016513734222495537.post-76270379182376298962010-03-07T02:08:00.006-03:002010-03-07T02:31:41.923-03:00Friedrich Nietzsche<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7pQnDZxHnXR7XBzOxP9q53Xutp2wTdxafTulY40bopVN4QG_NtDPrxT45QllBmQIvwJea5uMySXAqD9TsbyEYEZy5eao5cO-M28xcxLVuyiZeT12XaPtnfIAsofpOxARHxkNgWXHJW8mj/s1600-h/Jose+Julio+Santos.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445755829650187634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7pQnDZxHnXR7XBzOxP9q53Xutp2wTdxafTulY40bopVN4QG_NtDPrxT45QllBmQIvwJea5uMySXAqD9TsbyEYEZy5eao5cO-M28xcxLVuyiZeT12XaPtnfIAsofpOxARHxkNgWXHJW8mj/s320/Jose+Julio+Santos.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Fotografia: Jose Julio Santos</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><span style="color:#003333;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> N</span>inguém pode construir em teu lugar</span></div><div><span style="color:#003333;">as pontes que precisarás passar para</span></div><div><span style="color:#003333;">atravessar o rio da vida.</span></div><div><span style="color:#003333;">Ninguém exceto tu, só tu.</span></div><div><span style="color:#003333;">Existem, por certo, atalhos sem números</span></div><div><span style="color:#003333;">e pontes, e semi-deuses que se oferecerão</span></div><div><span style="color:#003333;">para levar-te além do rio, mas isso te</span></div><div><span style="color:#003333;">custaria a tua própria pessoa.</span></div><div><span style="color:#003333;">Tu te hipotecarias e te perderias.</span></div><div><span style="color:#003333;">Existe no mundo um único caminho por onde</span></div><div><span style="color:#003333;">só tu podes passar.</span></div><div><span style="color:#003333;">Onde leva? Não perguntes, segue-o. </span></div><div><span style="color:#003333;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#993300;"></span> </div><div> </div><div><span style="color:#000099;">- Da obra: Assim Falou Zaratustra -</span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span> </div><div> </div><div> </div>Paulohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11006868098289688712noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016513734222495537.post-73894948894836710192010-02-10T02:18:00.004-02:002010-06-12T01:37:41.477-03:00Afinidade<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7DztJ7XLIRrB18ioSs5iwEroWfLmrPLLM_ZsAwhuGox8-5I0Jtp2JauSxW1eliKosYPWdlum3jxgUIEMQyFQ3a-155JdF1G5K9P7pX1O8qJtV824VPuzX08egWLszcmaDVKm2lYEu7bBG/s1600-h/chico+matos.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 234px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436464551018084754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7DztJ7XLIRrB18ioSs5iwEroWfLmrPLLM_ZsAwhuGox8-5I0Jtp2JauSxW1eliKosYPWdlum3jxgUIEMQyFQ3a-155JdF1G5K9P7pX1O8qJtV824VPuzX08egWLszcmaDVKm2lYEu7bBG/s320/chico+matos.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div><span style="color:#003333;">Ser sensível requer alma menina, acesa, florida.<br />Alma que sabe amar em silêncio, imensamente,<br />toda a vida, fascinante, como deve ser sentida.<br />Que não teme o tempo e sonha calmamente.<br /><br />Alma que faz do viver sinônimo de expansão.<br />Renasce a cada momento, acredita em milagres,<br />Navega primaveril. Cantando engana a solidão.<br />Persegue fantasias, chora saudades, sente felicidades.<br /><br />Alma de uma luz além, que não consegue dizer adeus,<br />ânsias repartem teu coração marejado, deslumbrante,<br />pois buscas transformar fragmentos em sorrisos,<br />Abraçar a vida, amar, são os sentimentos teus.<br /><br />Pois desejas o amanhecer sem chuva nos olhos. </span></div><div><span style="color:#003333;"></span></div><div></div><div><span style="color:#003333;"></span><span style="color:#000099;">Paulo</span></div>Paulohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11006868098289688712noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016513734222495537.post-28337689435447777662010-01-27T23:17:00.003-02:002010-01-27T23:24:14.909-02:00Viver...Guimarães Rosa<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>"... Veja: o mais importante e bonito, do mundo, é isto: que as pessoas não estão sempre iguais, ainda não foram terminadas - mas que elas vão sempre mudando. Afinam ou desafinam. Verdade maior. É o que a vida me ensinou..."<br /><br />Eu atravesso as coisas – e no meio da travessia não vejo!<br />- só estava era entretido na idéia dos lugares de saída e de chegada.<br />Assaz senhor sabe: a gente quer passar um rio a nado, e passa;<br />mas vai dar na outra banda é num ponto muito mais em baixo,<br />bem diverso do em que primeiro se pensou. Viver nem não é<br />muito perigoso?<br /><br />"O correr da vida embrulha tudo.<br />A vida é assim: esquenta e esfria, aperta e daí afrouxa,<br />sossega e depois desinquieta.<br />O que ela quer da gente é coragem."<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">-Guimarães Rosa-</span> </strong></span>Paulohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11006868098289688712noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016513734222495537.post-32841366151127391262009-10-30T00:41:00.001-02:002009-10-30T00:41:54.208-02:00Abismo<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1KznfREPueU&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1KznfREPueU&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Paulohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11006868098289688712noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016513734222495537.post-77300675125329074582009-10-14T00:52:00.004-03:002009-10-14T01:07:49.633-03:00Feliz, insuportavelmente<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6eHKAQe6-6cyAOBSCAEK7PLEVmqQ5E2HLxutJCos5j7xasJa5hSksoCFDr3skfbCDD-U75YmKrlBi_kBGnCqaV2g3X3gQ8_XmLqSoOeBaMbf98ixmV-lIPEWuu4AkMkL2mHxQViobYWEM/s1600-h/Lua.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392298730924797138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6eHKAQe6-6cyAOBSCAEK7PLEVmqQ5E2HLxutJCos5j7xasJa5hSksoCFDr3skfbCDD-U75YmKrlBi_kBGnCqaV2g3X3gQ8_XmLqSoOeBaMbf98ixmV-lIPEWuu4AkMkL2mHxQViobYWEM/s320/Lua.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>Aos poucos a lua perde o resplendor. </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>O rio sabe a sangue, e ninguém sabe.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>É a derradeira chance de me ver </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>pela primeira vez inteiro: cara a cara. </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>Simplificar prefiro. Por que hesito</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>em revelar as águas escuras</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>que me percorrem, essas onde moram </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>peixes cinzentos, surdos, que me sabem? </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>Dizer me basta que não cometi </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>o pecado pior do homem: </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>o de não ser feliz (O juízo é de Borges </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>que era cego, mas descobriu a rosa </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>escondida no coração da moça.) </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>Vi o fundo de um lago de esmeraldas. </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>Eu fui feliz, insuportavelmente. </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>As desgraças que duras me feriram </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>nada foram (contando a de existir) </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>ao lado dos milagres que vivi, </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>dos mágicos momentos que inventei. </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>Não é preciso ir longe. Numa noite </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>de ardente primavera eu viajei, </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>abraçado aos cabelos desvairados </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>que me ensinavam o cântico dos cânticos, </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>pelo mar dos espaços siderais. </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>Voltei intacto. Parece que passaram eternidades. </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>Sozinho agora sou: perante mim, </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>ou entre mim e a noite que me chama, </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>espaço em que mal cabe o que escondi.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>E mais de meio século de festa, </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>de lágrimas, de assombro, de ternura, </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>inútil se resume na fagulha</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>fugaz do tempo em que meu ser total, </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>resíduo de memórias, já se adere </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>- imperceptível - </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>ao silêncio noturno da floresta. </strong></span><br /><p><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>- Thiago de Mello –<br /></strong></span></p>Paulohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11006868098289688712noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016513734222495537.post-22719372797564348052009-10-08T00:00:00.003-03:002009-10-08T00:07:00.964-03:00Mercedes Sosa<object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CTRAZrR7mTY&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CTRAZrR7mTY&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#333333;">Cantou com emoção a essência do humano, buscando a igualdade e fraternidade entre os povos, sobretudo pelo amor e valor da vida.<br />"La Negra", emprestou sua voz "aos sem voz", defendeu com paixão o ideal de tornar a todos irmãos.<br /></span></strong>Paulohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11006868098289688712noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016513734222495537.post-3313185640178237032009-10-01T20:46:00.006-03:002009-10-07T23:59:13.951-03:00Viver<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP9hKbAahXsWbodn1w1gKJNlNoDC9VkgQTznoGtbPIOOFKXcxnGQ0xNsmBovetf3hK-oFn75N8IOEchhOY4GpEsH5aZSYWV-CDwbycs4tRQ3GZ9MOUrlJmXATPfLn90m0HqdKP6ljBcGVH/s1600-h/telabranca.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387782294460159090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP9hKbAahXsWbodn1w1gKJNlNoDC9VkgQTznoGtbPIOOFKXcxnGQ0xNsmBovetf3hK-oFn75N8IOEchhOY4GpEsH5aZSYWV-CDwbycs4tRQ3GZ9MOUrlJmXATPfLn90m0HqdKP6ljBcGVH/s320/telabranca.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><strong>Preencher vazios com qualquer substância,</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><strong>Intensamente, permanentemente,</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><strong>Utopicamente, plenamente.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><strong>Recomeçar... Renovadamente,<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><strong>Com qualquer substância ?</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><em>Paulo</em></span>Paulohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11006868098289688712noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016513734222495537.post-51801427576174938192009-09-08T01:15:00.005-03:002009-09-08T01:34:00.412-03:00Alberto - O Guardador de Rebanhos<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM8BVZPCgzZnRsk23xQKqvVZp2Sj31qIfL_p31i4yWtySHRCVQCb7DSVLERAp0e6slVJSnacqGj_Qns5jluHut_MhpMSQE6oipBNIM64PPddbYQsFMg9dSq94t267ZJnZ82AdQ3RCdP478/s1600-h/malmequer.pereira+lopes.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378946034177345314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM8BVZPCgzZnRsk23xQKqvVZp2Sj31qIfL_p31i4yWtySHRCVQCb7DSVLERAp0e6slVJSnacqGj_Qns5jluHut_MhpMSQE6oipBNIM64PPddbYQsFMg9dSq94t267ZJnZ82AdQ3RCdP478/s320/malmequer.pereira+lopes.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"><em>Fotografia: Pereira Lopes</em></span></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"></span></em> </div><div></div><div><span style="color:#330000;">O meu olhar é nítido como um girassol.</span></div><div><span style="color:#330000;">Tenho o costume de andar pelas estradas</span></div><div><span style="color:#330000;">Olhando para a direita e para a esquerda,</span></div><div><span style="color:#330000;">E de vez em quando olhando para trás…</span></div><div><span style="color:#330000;">E o que vejo a cada momento</span></div><div><span style="color:#330000;">É aquilo que nunca antes eu tinha visto,</span></div><div><span style="color:#330000;">E eu sei dar por isso muito bem…</span></div><div><span style="color:#330000;">Sei ter o pasmo essencial</span></div><div><span style="color:#330000;">Que tem uma criança se, ao nascer,</span></div><div><span style="color:#330000;">Reparasse que nascera deveras…</span></div><div><span style="color:#330000;">Sinto-me nascido a cada momento</span></div><div><span style="color:#330000;">Para a eterna novidade do mundo…</span></div><div><br /><span style="color:#330000;">Creio no mundo como num malmequer,</span></div><div><span style="color:#330000;">Porque o vejo. Mas não penso nele</span></div><div><span style="color:#330000;">Porque pensar é não compreender…<br /></span></div><div><span style="color:#330000;">O Mundo não se fez para pensarmos nele</span></div><div><span style="color:#330000;">(Pensar é estar doente dos olhos)</span></div><div><span style="color:#330000;">Mas para olharmos para ele e estarmos de acordo…</span></div><div><br /><span style="color:#330000;">Eu não tenho filosofia: tenho sentidos…</span></div><div><span style="color:#330000;">Se falo na Natureza não é porque saiba o que ela é,</span></div><div><span style="color:#330000;">Mas porque a amo, e amo-a por isso,</span></div><div><span style="color:#330000;">Porque quem ama nunca sabe o que ama</span></div><div><span style="color:#330000;">Nem sabe por que ama, nem o que é amar…</span></div><div><br /><span style="color:#330000;">Amar é a eterna inocência,</span></div><div><span style="color:#330000;">E a única inocência é não pensar…</span></div><div> </div><div><span style="color:#330000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">Fernando Pessoa - 08/03/1914</span></div><div></div>Paulohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11006868098289688712noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016513734222495537.post-61486028047624729842009-08-18T22:38:00.006-03:002009-08-19T00:23:00.514-03:00Rosa Platônica<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglz2AVYPoBg58o3z7xSBtaC09oA2NUcBp3ISGLg37DD33hB2PnH_vllYO2t6L-reoyfe1Jc2yUZ0IFnQzXyUHbvKnJ7nTqV1p1EO_JsSvuhZka7MR1hs2LFWsDiRtUolbi_4ZW_KTk90D1/s1600-h/807570.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371485634122794770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglz2AVYPoBg58o3z7xSBtaC09oA2NUcBp3ISGLg37DD33hB2PnH_vllYO2t6L-reoyfe1Jc2yUZ0IFnQzXyUHbvKnJ7nTqV1p1EO_JsSvuhZka7MR1hs2LFWsDiRtUolbi_4ZW_KTk90D1/s320/807570.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiDv2wuE5yi9C24zOjK_rOHqzs32IMfvTyIkx4zMELT6LormBqJPMG6LY-trKpsTJzTRk1Nf_QEiPRMTcq1_11eGdGOAQ8vGuImauEdRd_XNGJ08Z80yLPp-qeYu6zJPcQuaSkYdNValLD/s1600-h/807570.jpg"></a><br /><strong><span style="color:#333333;">Onde estará a rosa que em tua mão</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#333333;">prodiga, sem saber, íntimos dons?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#333333;">Não está na cor, porque a flor é cega,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#333333;">nem na doce fragrância inesgotável,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#333333;">nem no peso da pétala. Essas coisas</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#333333;">são alguns poucos e perdidos ecos.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#333333;">A rosa verdadeira está bem longe.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#333333;">Pode ser um pilar ou uma batalha</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#333333;">ou um firmamento de anjos ou um mundo</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#333333;">infinito, secreto e necessário,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#333333;">ou o júbilo de um deus que não veremo</span></strong><strong><span style="color:#333333;">s</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#333333;">ou um planeta de prata em outro céu</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#333333;">ou um arquétipo horrível que não tem</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#333333;">a forma dessa rosa.</span></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Jorge Luis Borges </span></strong>Paulohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11006868098289688712noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016513734222495537.post-1160371721657821992009-08-09T02:12:00.003-03:002009-08-09T02:16:24.380-03:00I Dont Want To Talk About It<object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7RkWs6P2IwE&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7RkWs6P2IwE&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object><br /><br />Eu posso ver pelos teus olhos<br />Que provavelmente tu estavas chorando pra sempre<br />E as estrelas no céu não significam nada pra ti,<br />elas são um espelho<br /><br />Eu não quero falar sobre isso<br />Como tu me partistes o coração<br />Se eu ficar só um pouquinho mais<br />Se eu ficar, tu não ouvirás o meu coração?<br />Meu coração<br /><br />Se eu suporto tudo sozinho,<br />As sombras esconderão a cor do meu coração triste?<br />Pelas lágrimas negras por causa dos temores da noite<br />E as estrelas não significam nada pra ti<br />Elas são um espelho<br /><br /> <span style="color:#000099;">Rod Stewart & Amy Belle</span>Paulohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11006868098289688712noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016513734222495537.post-79791809035182817432009-07-14T00:35:00.006-03:002009-07-14T00:48:39.032-03:00Um Dia de Sol<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCVxd02sC1r4WFiKEka42mriV0TiZCwx-c1rSl6ApT6F8et1UPKrMyA-cLi48KtysCStC5SaFlt7CR72tAbozCYZtPFyJbgHC5OlI3aaoTt8qNPjI_srktpaZKV4N30T8h7bTqoLZaPjwk/s1600-h/Foto.bella.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358154480445127778" style="WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCVxd02sC1r4WFiKEka42mriV0TiZCwx-c1rSl6ApT6F8et1UPKrMyA-cLi48KtysCStC5SaFlt7CR72tAbozCYZtPFyJbgHC5OlI3aaoTt8qNPjI_srktpaZKV4N30T8h7bTqoLZaPjwk/s400/Foto.bella.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Fotografia: Bella</span></em><br /><br /><span style="color:#003300;">Parece que já não sou o mesmo. Suspenso na fronteira dos sonhos, tenho o calor de um dia ensolarado, a sutileza duma flor, a delicadeza de suas formas, suas cores mágicas. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#003300;">Espelho d'água a refletir sentimentos, espectros da alma. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#003300;">Sinto-me nascido.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#003300;">E olho a flor, e sorrio! J</span><span style="color:#003300;">á não dá prá não voltar, Não sou eu que me faço voar.</span><br /></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong></strong><em><span style="color:#000066;">Paulo</span></em></span></p><p></p>Paulohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11006868098289688712noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016513734222495537.post-18912327445951337212009-07-10T21:48:00.004-03:002009-07-14T00:28:20.758-03:00Pequeno Ato<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOY5cz8oMTLoZfS-67y6WmLHKOFIwPrrGBliHnMhKlsOunzPYY0PLqexg2ORNIlw-pJpFlHqY_imBY_m6cokYoXWYg6HInhTgxrpEpVZfsUfriwekKGw8QY1XeiSQcw-PjSNcOCG_dnE4o/s1600-h/daniela+cani%C3%A7ali.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356998386519572210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOY5cz8oMTLoZfS-67y6WmLHKOFIwPrrGBliHnMhKlsOunzPYY0PLqexg2ORNIlw-pJpFlHqY_imBY_m6cokYoXWYg6HInhTgxrpEpVZfsUfriwekKGw8QY1XeiSQcw-PjSNcOCG_dnE4o/s320/daniela+cani%C3%A7ali.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#003333;"><strong>Caminhei - pequenos passos, apenas!<br />Passeio o olhar, exerço uma alegria calma,<br />Nuvens florescem, réstias de sol matizam as cenas,<br />Deixo-me ir em devaneios, amplidão da alma.<br /><br />Sagradas sementes se espalham ao chão,<br />Fragmentos a exprimir-se sem disfarces,<br />Ardores sonhados, buscando desenlaces.<br />Imagens compõem minha vida, solidão.<br /><br />Uma lágrima, de felicidade, ou saudade,<br />Busco insistências, sem subterfúgios, ascensão.<br />Dou personalidade à realidade, a cada emoção.<br />Nesse pequeno ato, reino um instante a liberdade.<br /><br />Com a alma florida, viro a ampulheta do destino,<br />E deixo de usar somente a voz...<br /><br /></strong></span><span style="color:#000099;"><em>Paulo</em></span>Paulohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11006868098289688712noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016513734222495537.post-58308096159056934342009-07-05T17:20:00.004-03:002009-07-05T17:33:05.483-03:00Canção do dia de sempre<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcFExDDqhyLawTRofXWuU-8UCtN4aiIpuEcDCbk9EkDJemJNBvqbtvdJEcUswsprgwc0WIGUNN6587X0VUOmVeS1oQJJUPJYfXH8w7G8BwnEZRay4qtP1nOAhjx3k23rvzVUx3acEk2rO9/s1600-h/sol.chamas.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355074724533705026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcFExDDqhyLawTRofXWuU-8UCtN4aiIpuEcDCbk9EkDJemJNBvqbtvdJEcUswsprgwc0WIGUNN6587X0VUOmVeS1oQJJUPJYfXH8w7G8BwnEZRay4qtP1nOAhjx3k23rvzVUx3acEk2rO9/s320/sol.chamas.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#003333;">Tão bom viver dia a dia... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003333;">A vida assim, jamais cansa... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003333;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003333;">Viver tão só de momentos</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003333;">Como estas nuvens no céu... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003333;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003333;">E só ganhar, toda a vida, </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003333;">Inexperiência... esperança... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003333;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003333;">E a rosa louca dos ventos </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003333;">Presa à copa do chapéu. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003333;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003333;">Nunca dês um nome a um rio: </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003333;">Sempre é outro rio a passar. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003333;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003333;">Nada jamais continua, </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003333;">Tudo vai recomeçar! </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003333;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003333;">E sem nenhuma lembrança </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003333;">Das outras vezes perdidas, </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003333;">Atiro a rosa do sonho </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003333;">Nas tuas mãos distraídas... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;"></span></strong><br /> <span style="color:#000099;">Mario Quintana<br /></span>Paulohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11006868098289688712noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016513734222495537.post-57359260971634311402009-06-29T01:06:00.003-03:002009-06-29T01:20:55.449-03:00Onde está Deus, mesmo que não exista?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLS_1iJxreleVjvafpiRTaFizRigwquK97UneJVkn97VdX31NRNsMyx2fcrmE8aD4TKfPMkCiXllNCbhoIfK3BWSm26-jjYqwx7V2bnDSRh9oSH4AQoyT2p-2ves3lE_HN9PCMF4SiZ69z/s1600-h/arquiteto.universo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352596143556812770" style="WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLS_1iJxreleVjvafpiRTaFizRigwquK97UneJVkn97VdX31NRNsMyx2fcrmE8aD4TKfPMkCiXllNCbhoIfK3BWSm26-jjYqwx7V2bnDSRh9oSH4AQoyT2p-2ves3lE_HN9PCMF4SiZ69z/s400/arquiteto.universo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Fotografia: Pedro Benavente</span></em><br /><br /><strong>Onde está Deus, mesmo que não exista? Quero rezar e chorar, arrepender-me de crimes que não cometi, gozar ser perdoado como uma carícia não propriamente materna. Um regaço para chorar, mas um regaço enorme, sem forma, espaçoso como uma noite de verão, e contudo próximo, quente, feminino, ao pé de uma lareira qualquer… Poder ali chorar coisas impensáveis, falências que nem sei quais são, ternuras de coisas inexistentes, e grandes dúvidas arrepiadas de não sei que futuro… </strong><br /><strong> Uma infância nova, uma ama velha outra vez, e um leito pequeno onde acabar por dormir, entre contos que embalam, mal ouvidos, com uma atenção que se torna morna, de perigos grandes – penetravam em jovens cabelos louros como o trigo… E tudo isto muito grande, muito eterno, definitivo para sempre, da estatura única de Deus, lá no fundo triste e sonolento da realidade última das Coisas… </strong><br /><strong> Um colo ou um berço ou um braço quente em torno ao meu pescoço… Uma voz que canta baixo e parece querer fazer-me chorar… O ruído de lume na lareira… Um calor no inverno… Um extravio morno da minha consciência… E depois sem som, um sonho calmo num espaço enorme, como a lua rodando entre estrelas…</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong> Quando ponho de parte os meus artifícios e arrumo a um canto, com um cuidado cheio de carinho – com vontade de lhes dar beijos – os meus brinquedos, as palavras, as imagens, as frases – fico tão pequeno e inofensivo, tão só num quarto tão grande e tão triste, tão profundamente triste!… </strong><br /><strong> Afinal eu quem sou, quando não brinco? Um pobre órfão abandonado nas ruas das sensações, tiritando de frio às esquinas da Realidade, tendo que dormir nos degraus da Tristeza e comer o pão dado da Fantasia. De meu pai sei o nome; disseram-me que se chamava Deus, mas o nome não me dá ideia de nada. Às vezes, na noite, quando me sinto só, chamo por ele e choro, e faço-me uma ideia dele a que possa amar… Mas depois penso que o não conheço, que talvez ele não seja assim, que talvez não seja nunca esse o pai da minha alma… </strong><br /><strong> Quando acabará isto tudo, estas ruas onde arrasto a minha miséria, e estes degraus onde encolho o meu frio e sinto as mãos da noite por entre os meus farrapos? Se um dia Deus me viesse buscar e me levasse para sua casa e me desse calor e afeição… As vezes penso isto e choro com alegria a pensar que o posso pensar… Mas o vento arrasta-se pela rua fora e as folhas caem no passeio… Ergo os olhos e vejo as estrelas que não têm sentido nenhum… E de tudo isto fico apenas eu, uma pobre criança abandonada, que nenhum Amor quis para seu filho adoptivo, nem nenhuma Amizade para seu companheiro de brinquedos. </strong><br /><strong> Tenho frio de mais. Estou tão cansado no meu abandono. Vai buscar, ó Vento, a minha Mãe. Leva-me na Noite para a casa que não conheci… Torna a dar-me, ó Silêncio imenso, a minha ama e o meu berço e a minha canção com que eu dormia…<br /><br /></strong><strong></strong><span style="color:#000099;">Livro do Desassossego por Bernardo Soares. Vol. II. Fernando Pessoa</span>Paulohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11006868098289688712noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016513734222495537.post-72680496649108643262009-06-22T22:22:00.008-03:002009-06-29T01:05:39.526-03:00Chama-me com tua voz<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja6Ir4eQyD3q-EjKcXbl-8VI5gSly7izQkKHBnjX-egp4D4rwovoaKWnGtsUu3FZEXqqsWpELcXDDZchF2IHz3z_kk3D4B_Lfru-1QNqF59P9N6PDe26l2GpgNOqe6mCx7bM_htLG_Bzk3/s1600-h/Menina.vento.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350327691133619906" style="WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja6Ir4eQyD3q-EjKcXbl-8VI5gSly7izQkKHBnjX-egp4D4rwovoaKWnGtsUu3FZEXqqsWpELcXDDZchF2IHz3z_kk3D4B_Lfru-1QNqF59P9N6PDe26l2GpgNOqe6mCx7bM_htLG_Bzk3/s320/Menina.vento.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#330000;">Bateu-me o vento, Arrastando folhas...<br />Sentires que levantaram vôo e me encontraram.<br />Flutuando, flores sem caule, floresceram,<br />floriram se entranhando, invadindo.<br />Seiva e sangue, queimando, pulsando, enraizando raízes,<br />selvagens, sagradas, inquietas.<br /><br />E como um perfumista trago à tona rubras gotas de orvalho. </span><br /><span style="color:#330000;">Fragmentos vibrantes!<br /><br />Como o sangue em minhas veias, como a seiva na raiz,<br />ficas em mim, viva, silenciosa.<br />Mergulho o calcanhar e empurro a barca,<br />envolvido nesse instante transbordo...<br />Vou sangrando e escorres pela minha boca, arfante...<br />Continuar vivendo?... Levo-te no meu sangue!<br /><br />E desde então, tu és.</span><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">Paulo</span></em>Paulohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11006868098289688712noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016513734222495537.post-45676268698418657482009-06-11T19:04:00.003-03:002009-06-11T19:23:53.484-03:00Tu Eras Tambem uma Pequena Folha<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDyklQFgK_ePktedmxIazEH1Wo9YuI-uJnPnERAskA1TZ0P_UtB9nkBsPorR2IjG4WkqhbR4zsP7g7AOQXQSFCpm4pTpG_Rx_a_nVmCHDWTcpSJV7AKeR1JZhkb80G1wRfVDtVXEDyEJwB/s1600-h/folha.bela.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346197569309178370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDyklQFgK_ePktedmxIazEH1Wo9YuI-uJnPnERAskA1TZ0P_UtB9nkBsPorR2IjG4WkqhbR4zsP7g7AOQXQSFCpm4pTpG_Rx_a_nVmCHDWTcpSJV7AKeR1JZhkb80G1wRfVDtVXEDyEJwB/s320/folha.bela.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>Tu eras também uma pequena folha</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>que tremia no meu peito.</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>O vento da vida pôs-te ali.</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>A princípio não te vi: não soube</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>que ias comigo,</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>até que as tuas raízes</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>atravessaram o meu peito,</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>se uniram aos fios do meu sangue,</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>falaram pela minha boca,</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>floresceram comigo.</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#993300;"></span></em><br /><span style="color:#000099;"> Pablo Neruda<br /></span>Paulohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11006868098289688712noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016513734222495537.post-31979831138297485752009-06-03T21:20:00.003-03:002009-06-03T21:26:42.168-03:00Canção de Amor<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifVUFR5s9ueoA65YkJtAfejNFHbjE4eiCRpFQyKs7LKK8eWzFHYm6NWjPZbJn46OE1QQG-vvjgU4KDB7ED4NR8lLnTMZSP6joCH5llb72yI3bnfnxwvNWHJ9udRLzCqlRClSDoThDWNOfu/s1600-h/Irina4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343261405056229762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifVUFR5s9ueoA65YkJtAfejNFHbjE4eiCRpFQyKs7LKK8eWzFHYm6NWjPZbJn46OE1QQG-vvjgU4KDB7ED4NR8lLnTMZSP6joCH5llb72yI3bnfnxwvNWHJ9udRLzCqlRClSDoThDWNOfu/s320/Irina4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>Como hei-de segurar a minha alma</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>para que não toque na tua? Como hei-de</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>elevá-la acima de ti, até outras coisas?</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>Ah, como gostaria de levá-la</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>até um sítio perdido na escuridão</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>até um lugar estranho e silencioso</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>que não se agita, quando o teu coração treme.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>Pois o que nos toca, a ti e a mim,</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>isso nos une, como um arco de violino</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>que de duas cordas solta uma só nota.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>A que instrumento estamos atados?</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>E que violinista nos tem em suas mãos?</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>Oh, doce canção.</strong></span><br /><br /> <span style="color:#000099;">Rainer Maria Rilke<br /></span>Paulohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11006868098289688712noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016513734222495537.post-59965265262656431592009-06-01T23:12:00.003-03:002009-06-01T23:20:56.264-03:00Paisagem<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN9QswtVAavgdZub8CPDS6GW75CMVmeZ3vOeHjX2LRjDyihs3PwuR37Q5k5qoD6aRvrifHhfuFRyiRcGhOuC6-dHhhQ81-jr2wqSxCPsP4u9lKmV8EJoPTnKeqDQX6dL6wKsG3rVhk5PxI/s1600-h/planeta+terra.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342547589572744882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN9QswtVAavgdZub8CPDS6GW75CMVmeZ3vOeHjX2LRjDyihs3PwuR37Q5k5qoD6aRvrifHhfuFRyiRcGhOuC6-dHhhQ81-jr2wqSxCPsP4u9lKmV8EJoPTnKeqDQX6dL6wKsG3rVhk5PxI/s320/planeta+terra.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#333300;">Passavam pelo ar aves repentinas, </span><br /><span style="color:#333300;">O cheiro da terra era fundo e amargo, </span><br /><span style="color:#333300;">E ao longe as cavalgadas do mar largo</span><br /><span style="color:#333300;">Sacudiam na areias as suas crinas. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#333300;">Era o céu azul, o campo verde, a terra escura, </span><br /><span style="color:#333300;">Era a carne das árvores elásticas e dura, </span><br /><span style="color:#333300;">Eram as gotas de sangue da resina </span><br /><span style="color:#333300;">E as folhas em que a luz se descombina.</span><br /><span style="color:#333300;"><br />Eram os caminhos num ir lento, </span><br /><span style="color:#333300;">Eram as mãos profundas do vento</span><br /><span style="color:#333300;">Era o livre e luminoso chamamento </span><br /><span style="color:#333300;">Da asa dos espaços fugitiva. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#333300;">Eram os pinheirais onde o céu poisa, </span><br /><span style="color:#333300;">Era o peso e era a cor de cada coisa, </span><br /><span style="color:#333300;">A sua quietude, secretamente viva, </span><br /><span style="color:#333300;">E a sua exaltação afirmativa. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#333300;">Era a verdade e a força do mar largo, </span><br /><span style="color:#333300;">Cuja voz, quando se quebra, sobe,</span><br /><span style="color:#333300;">Era o regresso sem fim e a claridade </span><br /><span style="color:#333300;">Das praias onde a direito o vento corre.</span><br /><br /> <span style="color:#000099;">Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen <br /></span>Paulohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11006868098289688712noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016513734222495537.post-64240763120263466752009-05-27T00:31:00.007-03:002009-07-10T21:58:52.318-03:00Horizontes<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH6kJgORKa1695KKO4mlJ5KHuYa2enVsJJ2m0O6tfsLJ-j_54dVR70B2e5qSqGczqI2bWZfB-mSOnruTv88ktzFTn6J-P2BDadfn5NnqwyNY0tyttMH7UKCE2WyJBjiV-x1nt5eFcnw1WQ/s1600-h/sea-shell.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340341406655124610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH6kJgORKa1695KKO4mlJ5KHuYa2enVsJJ2m0O6tfsLJ-j_54dVR70B2e5qSqGczqI2bWZfB-mSOnruTv88ktzFTn6J-P2BDadfn5NnqwyNY0tyttMH7UKCE2WyJBjiV-x1nt5eFcnw1WQ/s320/sea-shell.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#003333;">Não posso deixar de chorar pelo vazio, </span><br /><span style="color:#003333;">pelos horizontes não realizados. </span><br /><span style="color:#003333;">Exercer a solidão do anoitecer e do madrugar. </span><br /><span style="color:#003333;">Pesado silêncio, ausência impressa no écran da alma. </span><br /><span style="color:#003333;">Questionamentos do olhar.</span><br /><span style="color:#003333;">Acompanham-me rumores do tempo. </span><br /><span style="color:#003333;">Leva tuas sementes, com a tranqüilidade de um vôo.<br />Só o que pediria? Que fosses como as ondas do mar...</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Paulo<br /></span>Paulohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11006868098289688712noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016513734222495537.post-44558661437897953922009-05-13T23:12:00.002-03:002009-05-13T23:18:20.865-03:00Chris Botti e Lucia Micarelli - "Emmanuel"<object height="265" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m8NN4fpdm40&hl=pt-br&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m8NN4fpdm40&hl=pt-br&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object>Paulohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11006868098289688712noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016513734222495537.post-27382697250890263572009-05-13T00:00:00.003-03:002009-05-13T00:20:19.505-03:00Transição<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW_9-6nr4fflyD9SAzWuVCWtOwqWwAG6Eto-ZiBu3xQ1pLUJpta8WKrV9ikKGuSZt5-oLzTWL0cj2vU1SB6EaU_AMHRSQgwtNN8d8QNHQWVPL1fuBgZcPUMZty9zxF4oyk0_eWO-H6JUMw/s1600-h/Airam-Xu.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335138448634399538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW_9-6nr4fflyD9SAzWuVCWtOwqWwAG6Eto-ZiBu3xQ1pLUJpta8WKrV9ikKGuSZt5-oLzTWL0cj2vU1SB6EaU_AMHRSQgwtNN8d8QNHQWVPL1fuBgZcPUMZty9zxF4oyk0_eWO-H6JUMw/s320/Airam-Xu.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><em>Fotografia: Airam-Xu</em></span><br /><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><strong>O amanhecer e o anoitecer </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><strong>parecem deixar-me intacta </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><strong>Mas os meus olhos estão vendo o que há de mim, </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><strong>De mesma e exata.<br />Uma tristeza e uma alegria </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><strong>O meu pensamento entrelaça, </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><strong>Na que estou sendo a cada instante, </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><strong>Outra imagem se despedaça.<br />Este mistério me pertence </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><strong>Que ninguém de fora repara </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><strong>Nos turvos rostos sucedidos, </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><strong>No tanque da memória clara.<br />Ninguém distingue a leve sombra </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><strong>Que o autêntico desenho mata. </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><strong>E para os outros vou ficando, </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><strong>A mesma. Continuada e exata.<br />Chorai óh, olhos de mil figuras! </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><strong>Pelas mil figuras passadas </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><strong>E pelas mil que vão chegando </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><strong>Noite e dia.<br />Não consentidas, mas recebidas e esperadas.</strong></span><br /><br /> <span style="color:#000099;">Cecília Meireles </span>Paulohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11006868098289688712noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016513734222495537.post-31618641655928404762009-05-11T00:23:00.006-03:002009-05-28T10:38:45.835-03:00Ecdise<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0W4TghIrlnQAQJpAjHhVCzNjQLrAxdm5e8borkQd3BqwlqOmUxJh9hQ80_9jcs3xblLI5oTarbGeXel3C8dIvb1mtf9ArOkFPo6cex1EsQPOWpuJvUCoHOuXXT0W3MoHDl_7cpvJRBxbK/s1600-h/Filipe+Alves.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334404673243151970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0W4TghIrlnQAQJpAjHhVCzNjQLrAxdm5e8borkQd3BqwlqOmUxJh9hQ80_9jcs3xblLI5oTarbGeXel3C8dIvb1mtf9ArOkFPo6cex1EsQPOWpuJvUCoHOuXXT0W3MoHDl_7cpvJRBxbK/s320/Filipe+Alves.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#333333;"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Fotografia: Felipe Alves</span></em> </span></div><div><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><strong>Momento de isolamento, libertar-se, abandonar velhos trajes que nos moldam. Pedir perdão pelos pecados. Ter atitude para ser o que quiser. Correr riscos, ser inteiro, porém sem exageros, mas não excluir nada. Desistir da perfeição, buscar extrair a essência das coisas simples. Apreciar a beleza dos dias de sol e dos dias de chuva. Sentir a emoção de um olhar, o calor de um abraço. A expressão de uma canção, a magia de um verso. Não matar sonhos. Alimentar a alma. Amar por amar, amar pessoas. Compreender, e não dominar, falar manso, pisar leve. “Coexistir”.<br />Um virar de página, o fascínio da vida!<br /></strong><br /></span><em><span style="color:#000066;">Paulo</span></em></div>Paulohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11006868098289688712noreply@blogger.com5