tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65922857383616682252024-03-21T15:46:23.907-07:00Um Céu de Poesias"Às vezes ouço passar o vento; e só de ouvir o vento passar, vale a pena ter nascido."
[Fernando Pessoa]Antonio Félix da Silva Netohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15574429716397915217noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592285738361668225.post-42310508312496736432012-02-09T15:45:00.000-08:002012-02-09T15:45:49.667-08:00AMOR DE HITLER<style type="text/css">
p { margin-bottom: 0.21cm; }
</style> <div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw42638ogNWmheQ_0CZwHVzGfsDKYVleH-uwkJZiU7H3XFstiK9q2M9mSUNUm75jsHHOmDDfKhrOs-3td_KeFzadY37vqOVtIy_GhBf9vnkwdbxNuBXrWFffVO_WbhER1kKQnmFjAW5Oo/s1600/hitlerandblondie1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw42638ogNWmheQ_0CZwHVzGfsDKYVleH-uwkJZiU7H3XFstiK9q2M9mSUNUm75jsHHOmDDfKhrOs-3td_KeFzadY37vqOVtIy_GhBf9vnkwdbxNuBXrWFffVO_WbhER1kKQnmFjAW5Oo/s400/hitlerandblondie1.jpg" width="276" /></a></div><div lang="pt-BR" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; text-align: center; widows: 2;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> Adolf Hitler e Blondie</span><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"> <br />
</div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"> <br />
</div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"> <span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Assobio e estralo os dedos.</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"> <span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Pareço até um Louco,</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"> <span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Corro e corro atrás de ti,</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"> <span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Depois dou-lhe um osso.</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"> <br />
</div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"> <span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">O amor que sinto-te</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"> <span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">É inexplicável, Blondie.</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"> <span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Tu és uma Opala! Um Diamante!</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"> <span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Ilustre sangue da raça pastor alemão.</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"> <br />
</div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"> <span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Suspiro morto por suicídio,</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"> <span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Mas na lembrança fiquei marcado...</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"> <span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Procurei-te por todo este inferno </span></span> </div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"> <span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">E nunca te encontrei.</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"> <br />
</div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"> <span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Blondie, escuta o meu assobio!</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"> <span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Tu que estás com um comprimido </span></span> </div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"> <span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Dissolvido na barriga,</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"> <span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Onde foi que tu subistes?</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"> <br />
</div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"> <span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Blondie, faz tempo que não te vejo!</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"> <span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Será um castigo?</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"> <span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Ou se esqueceras de mim?</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"> <br />
</div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"> <i style="color: white;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(Criado originalmente em Abril de 2010 por Antonio Félix)</span></i><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"> <br />
</div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"> <span style="color: white;">[</span><span style="color: red;">Antonio Félix</span><span style="color: white;">]</span> </div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"> <br />
</div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"> <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"> <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Trata-se do amor do nazista Hitler por sua cadela chamada Blondie. Uma história real. </span></span> </div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"> <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</span></span></div>Antonio Félix da Silva Netohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15574429716397915217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592285738361668225.post-35197299148324330932012-02-04T16:43:00.000-08:002012-02-04T16:44:35.229-08:00O FUMANTE QUE PIGARREAVA<style type="text/css">
p { margin-bottom: 0.21cm; }
</style> <br />
<div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY3BT4eDYwipjqglhi3azUGSzqfhgUw7t72waEDFsacCK3qhE5vG5oxeM1Flr6QaVV0lTUS1lmucS-tzVk1K14KjNM49MMUHlH7qEsLDjfP3g_FyOZguHyhY9ulVZZDc8Sa6pByxA8prM/s1600/fsdgfg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY3BT4eDYwipjqglhi3azUGSzqfhgUw7t72waEDFsacCK3qhE5vG5oxeM1Flr6QaVV0lTUS1lmucS-tzVk1K14KjNM49MMUHlH7qEsLDjfP3g_FyOZguHyhY9ulVZZDc8Sa6pByxA8prM/s320/fsdgfg.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">o fumante com o cigarro sujo na mão</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">quando colocava na boca pigarreava...</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">o cigarro desgraçado...</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">o maldito cigarro...</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">o moço quando atravessava a esquina</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">olhava para um lado e para o outro</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">sempre com o inútil cigarro na boca</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">mas o tal fumante era um artista </span></span> </div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">que vivia sempre com seu violão</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">tocando suas melódicas canções</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">e pausava no meio da música...</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">sempre interrompendo-a</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">pois o fumante pigarreava.</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: red;">[Antonio Félix] </span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><br />
</div>Antonio Félix da Silva Netohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15574429716397915217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592285738361668225.post-80471906894708139872012-01-21T02:37:00.000-08:002012-01-21T02:38:23.249-08:00EGITO ANTIGO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLHi2el_PGMphyphenhyphenvsD5SUeSqu9NplJ0L1n2vxfLNh0lyFjgvdShmdX8IsYMoaVq3HoNcLkr1aKzjqF7htX4iaUljmo2Ce2UIoBRU0yPqq-K3Ov3N_osJ0gUrN3_XQ6v8ABBfXoCY2oMhBI/s1600/3650E7_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLHi2el_PGMphyphenhyphenvsD5SUeSqu9NplJ0L1n2vxfLNh0lyFjgvdShmdX8IsYMoaVq3HoNcLkr1aKzjqF7htX4iaUljmo2Ce2UIoBRU0yPqq-K3Ov3N_osJ0gUrN3_XQ6v8ABBfXoCY2oMhBI/s320/3650E7_1.jpg" width="314" /></a></div><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div align="LEFT" class="ecxwestern" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" class="ecxwestern" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" class="ecxwestern" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" class="ecxwestern" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" class="ecxwestern" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" class="ecxwestern" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" class="ecxwestern" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" class="ecxwestern" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" class="ecxwestern" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" class="ecxwestern" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" class="ecxwestern" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" class="ecxwestern" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" class="ecxwestern" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm;"></div><div align="LEFT" class="ecxwestern" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" class="ecxwestern" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Uma das civilizações mais antigas</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" class="ecxwestern" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Onde desenvolveu-se o trabalho</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" class="ecxwestern" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Da criatividade e do planejamento.</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" class="ecxwestern" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Uma civilização de solos férteis!</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" class="ecxwestern" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" class="ecxwestern" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">E nestes solos o Nilo regava os plantios,</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" class="ecxwestern" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Por isso, o historiador grego Heródoto afirmou:</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" class="ecxwestern" style="color: white; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm;">“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">O Egito é uma dádiva do rio Nilo.”</span></i></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" class="ecxwestern" style="color: white; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Um verdadeiro canal de irrigação da população!</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" class="ecxwestern" style="color: white; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" class="ecxwestern" style="color: white; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Com uma cultura basicamente religiosa</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" class="ecxwestern" style="color: white; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Os egípcios eram politeístas </span></span> </div><div align="LEFT" class="ecxwestern" style="color: white; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Vivendo em um oásis em meio ao deserto.</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" class="ecxwestern" style="color: white; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Tão magníficas ficaram estas pirâmides!</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" class="ecxwestern" style="color: white; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Com as marcas deixadas pelos soberanos Faraós</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" class="ecxwestern" style="color: white; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Numa arte decorando túmulos e templos.</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" class="ecxwestern" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" class="ecxwestern" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm;"><span style="color: red;">[Antonio Félix]</span></div>Antonio Félix da Silva Netohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15574429716397915217noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592285738361668225.post-75820407409270941302012-01-06T14:57:00.000-08:002012-01-06T14:59:13.960-08:00A ILUSÃO DO AMAR<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAHTNTO4_iJs8nbTJ3jdqIomUC9XAfRXLxqFk1R8D4s24mHXGLUOy7IvLwjeRqZmbxA7v9hNa3cHHsYR_ruKLAzj9TvHSD9PMsse5LR43_Zn9nxmQX9XBSe2RwxtV_cMmzYjGI9h4EyhA/s1600/Namoro-a-Longa-Dist%25C3%25A2ncia-Funciona.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAHTNTO4_iJs8nbTJ3jdqIomUC9XAfRXLxqFk1R8D4s24mHXGLUOy7IvLwjeRqZmbxA7v9hNa3cHHsYR_ruKLAzj9TvHSD9PMsse5LR43_Zn9nxmQX9XBSe2RwxtV_cMmzYjGI9h4EyhA/s1600/Namoro-a-Longa-Dist%25C3%25A2ncia-Funciona.jpg" /></a></div> <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<title></title> <style type="text/css">
<!--
@page { margin: 2cm }
P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }
-->
</style> <br />
<div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">Tu solteira. Eu solteiro.</span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: white;">Chegastes a mim dizendo oi.</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: white; font-weight: normal;">E eu timidamente devolvo teu oi.</span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: white;">Sem palavras, não sei o que senti.</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: white;">Nunca me apaixonei de verdade,</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: white;">Até porque eu não sabia amar,</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: white;">Mas agora sei o quanto dói.</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: white;">E tive um amor à distância.</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: white;">Eu namorando-a nos sonhos</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: white;">E no banheiro, sem ela notar.</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: white;">Tudo isso ilusão de minha mente.</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: white; font-weight: normal;">Aquele rosto de anjo, senti tuas mãos</span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: white;">Acariciando-me. E eu acariciando-a.</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: white;">Meu peito vai explodir, linda garota</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: white;">De cabelos curtos e liso, boca</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: white;">Com contornos tão suaves</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: white;">Como maçã vermelha do amor.</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: white;">Realmente é muito bom amar...</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: white;">Mas amor é dor, sofrimento...</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: white;">Como dói se apaixonar.</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: white;">Quando estou triste procuro ouvir</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: white; font-weight: normal;">tua voz arquivada no meu cérebro</span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: white;">Para que eu possa sorrir sozinho,</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: white;">Solitariamente. Eu e minha sombra.</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: white;">Ah, como é cruel o amor</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: white;">Que arde como fogo por dentro,</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: white;">É pisar em brasas...</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: white;">É engolir um choro fúnebre...</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: white;">É amar e não ser correspondido...</span></span></div><div align="CENTER" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: white;">Existem amor de crianças, aqueles</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: white;">À primeira vista, mas na adolescência</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">O amor é bem diferente: </span></span><span style="font-family: Ubuntu;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">―</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">é animal!</span></span></span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: white;">Há tantos segredos sobre nós</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: white;">Guardados no obscuro tempo.</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: white;">Eu te amando à distância.</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: white;">E tu me amando à distância também.</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: red; font-size: small;"><b>[Antonio Félix da Silva Neto]</b></span></span></div>Antonio Félix da Silva Netohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15574429716397915217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592285738361668225.post-67020699172138083132011-12-21T12:48:00.000-08:002011-12-21T12:48:38.227-08:00"TINGATINGA" - (ARTE AFRICANA)<style type="text/css">
p { margin-bottom: 0.21cm; }
</style> <br />
<div align="JUSTIFY" class="western">"A PINTURA tingatinga nos mostra como ver o mundo com os olhos de nossa criança interior. É divertida, alegre e colorida", escreveu Daniel Augusta, gerente da Sociedade Cooperativa de Artes Tingatinga. A inspiração vem da África: Sua vida selvagem e cultura, principalmente da Tanzânia, local de origem dessa forma de arte.</div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5xmbOXnXbxWmW8GjvjWE58Bq-xSZRP_WXxs3mC8tL1oGydxftTju24n_ypCElZT2OoIg6A-U6cg1O30hTCtbhtLoZAyuXU7a5kq9iH4VeckyxJOjkJccdL7HrQeenmkfYGdYWCZ_M-80/s1600/ap_apm_10052010_f_018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5xmbOXnXbxWmW8GjvjWE58Bq-xSZRP_WXxs3mC8tL1oGydxftTju24n_ypCElZT2OoIg6A-U6cg1O30hTCtbhtLoZAyuXU7a5kq9iH4VeckyxJOjkJccdL7HrQeenmkfYGdYWCZ_M-80/s320/ap_apm_10052010_f_018.jpg" width="320" /></a>O pioneiro desta fabulosa arte foi Edward Saïd Tingatinga, da tribo Makau, que nasceu em 1932. Este estilo de pinturas coloridas é chamada Arte de Tingatinga, em homenagem a Saïd, e é muito conhecida em vários países, como uma arte indígena da Tanzânia.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLL1qObutCKXCdZs1gW7GwO9ktDU6URNuFIprLxjMnywxuoKHTf8rL0Kz_t7kEmthcQrLCVlAcw39-knhto_mbtNbSknRhEQteiYU-mGAuZ9BqiSUVBJdxHv-SppIwr0X8hHYlxkuDf7Y/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="308" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLL1qObutCKXCdZs1gW7GwO9ktDU6URNuFIprLxjMnywxuoKHTf8rL0Kz_t7kEmthcQrLCVlAcw39-knhto_mbtNbSknRhEQteiYU-mGAuZ9BqiSUVBJdxHv-SppIwr0X8hHYlxkuDf7Y/s320/2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtlJC08LkxXUjAB57G36TRuoTBgCpQVtspVlLy0y86fmX-gCVKWkoY7wQBfH15cNR_tX4rFKkkE1koXy-WLWDe12a6w_pzJ2PVPqOrrRoce65WbMs5HSUkGP8cpt9l1P2nGCHuiO1QNkc/s1600/*0593_Sayuki.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtlJC08LkxXUjAB57G36TRuoTBgCpQVtspVlLy0y86fmX-gCVKWkoY7wQBfH15cNR_tX4rFKkkE1koXy-WLWDe12a6w_pzJ2PVPqOrrRoce65WbMs5HSUkGP8cpt9l1P2nGCHuiO1QNkc/s320/*0593_Sayuki.JPG" width="301" /></a><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_vJyv-0bGSUjykuImiQjJZvqx0O1JKNZ7qrwctatYbKQ6pBMu47xq1IbV7kAXtWJZXx4hgXmTBMJWTLPGIaFhgR2u7doLZPnoLQ3aQN2GcghP9W8pZORcuscaTXfHkaL4JmTUMFAKhf4/s1600/ES-Tingatinga-Adama-Diawara-Collection.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_vJyv-0bGSUjykuImiQjJZvqx0O1JKNZ7qrwctatYbKQ6pBMu47xq1IbV7kAXtWJZXx4hgXmTBMJWTLPGIaFhgR2u7doLZPnoLQ3aQN2GcghP9W8pZORcuscaTXfHkaL4JmTUMFAKhf4/s320/ES-Tingatinga-Adama-Diawara-Collection.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEl-HpBPFNDqbcWeXBrnzKZchb_QOsOdsFLjvgeBIl_zrq0Jjp3YQL32laPJsmfsB8JM7QO4dTIZf5o6SPLjc5cmscAKSvG0kGHVClDZESyubgkvPkNK3zVy5zWO9VK1HyZ2yqfwb71z0/s1600/mogorostores.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEl-HpBPFNDqbcWeXBrnzKZchb_QOsOdsFLjvgeBIl_zrq0Jjp3YQL32laPJsmfsB8JM7QO4dTIZf5o6SPLjc5cmscAKSvG0kGHVClDZESyubgkvPkNK3zVy5zWO9VK1HyZ2yqfwb71z0/s320/mogorostores.jpg" width="320" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0kMRWXKkMnuHmhDbnkp5whRFxJI-HbvK1Pz2gXhWQlc6H2lKauAcZUup7EZULKQqHIMTCNsMYio09Zysb8PR3KONz6CcIkPeyQEHZep1aYFrJM5egI6Y-h8ZHwbUemhWPIWQCHxVZYlc/s1600/PintorTingatinga2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0kMRWXKkMnuHmhDbnkp5whRFxJI-HbvK1Pz2gXhWQlc6H2lKauAcZUup7EZULKQqHIMTCNsMYio09Zysb8PR3KONz6CcIkPeyQEHZep1aYFrJM5egI6Y-h8ZHwbUemhWPIWQCHxVZYlc/s320/PintorTingatinga2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBk20O5nSORaXrDmuLCvClhyphenhyphen5a5PKUnsmR2qD3VkE_VRKh1NV_mQEPoixYBSJNPZK64FZMHwxiKplr3_doFJrO2Fa3hrHu9nE1jnnLL7W1e0nDz8XfFL75Vq8F7OQa30h-HO5UU9XcRls/s1600/tinga%252Btinga2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBk20O5nSORaXrDmuLCvClhyphenhyphen5a5PKUnsmR2qD3VkE_VRKh1NV_mQEPoixYBSJNPZK64FZMHwxiKplr3_doFJrO2Fa3hrHu9nE1jnnLL7W1e0nDz8XfFL75Vq8F7OQa30h-HO5UU9XcRls/s320/tinga%252Btinga2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW70IC9QQCCLhw84WQ2yTCNsBzsR4YIaXigVfxD9KIcZvbxde52Cwz3pnjadXQjmKw3eleKMVsTcprev5TgK1F790yE61kK4eyru1KCva-N-fpZZawwzYkud5U2njfIg21eQWrs_siIkU/s1600/TT+920.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW70IC9QQCCLhw84WQ2yTCNsBzsR4YIaXigVfxD9KIcZvbxde52Cwz3pnjadXQjmKw3eleKMVsTcprev5TgK1F790yE61kK4eyru1KCva-N-fpZZawwzYkud5U2njfIg21eQWrs_siIkU/s320/TT+920.jpg" width="318" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCb471vysKeg6bmdUDS7kCpSksl2Dw6gQ4aWSFlOBckVMDgC2tX8ZKQdJh93-FBsRlDzk6gSEmPFQfjTigDB7xGRgBu-r0XDRtrzvstG4tdcP9HQnKaGwQkBFuhCeutIgr8glciKm8d0g/s1600/TT+952.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCb471vysKeg6bmdUDS7kCpSksl2Dw6gQ4aWSFlOBckVMDgC2tX8ZKQdJh93-FBsRlDzk6gSEmPFQfjTigDB7xGRgBu-r0XDRtrzvstG4tdcP9HQnKaGwQkBFuhCeutIgr8glciKm8d0g/s320/TT+952.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilMIQ2WQeAttb3MvQpU5JogO5kI-rM9-uo8BddpQAxu7aw2cVBe-3LXshnLLYivui0Qmtu2vVVRc8zoENQN30CoHvottRhrZOnwGEaMKiPTSzaxV0X0bzcPc9kAdjNQqGJj1i2iNLvM3o/s1600/TT+965.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="249" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilMIQ2WQeAttb3MvQpU5JogO5kI-rM9-uo8BddpQAxu7aw2cVBe-3LXshnLLYivui0Qmtu2vVVRc8zoENQN30CoHvottRhrZOnwGEaMKiPTSzaxV0X0bzcPc9kAdjNQqGJj1i2iNLvM3o/s320/TT+965.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western"><br />
</div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western"><br />
</div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western"><br />
</div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western"><br />
</div>Antonio Félix da Silva Netohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15574429716397915217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592285738361668225.post-18102128862621899942011-12-14T17:10:00.000-08:002011-12-14T17:14:50.461-08:00SER POETA<div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0.98cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Ser poeta é ter palavras</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0.98cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">soltas na mente</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0.98cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">para escrevê-las num papel</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0.98cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">em branco como espumas.</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0.98cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0.98cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Ser poeta é ter gadanho</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0.98cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">e uma suavidade em mãos,</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0.98cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">escrevendo seus sentimentos</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0.98cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">que surgem do coração.</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0.98cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0.98cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Ser poeta é ficar trancado</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0.98cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">dentro de um quarto</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0.98cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">e recitar seus poemas</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0.98cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">para si próprio.</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0.98cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0.98cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Ser poeta é ser amigo,</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0.98cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Mas é amigo das palavras</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0.98cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">respeitando-as sempre</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0.98cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">para que o poeta</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0.98cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">também seja respeitado.</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0.98cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0.98cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="color: red;">[Antonio Félix] </b></span></span></span></div>Antonio Félix da Silva Netohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15574429716397915217noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592285738361668225.post-6109402570007173962011-12-09T05:58:00.000-08:002011-12-09T06:06:43.774-08:00POETIC: UM PLANETA CHEIO DE POESIAS<style type="text/css">
</style><br />
<style type="text/css">
</style><br />
<style type="text/css">
</style><br />
<style type="text/css">
p { margin-bottom: 0.21cm; }a:link { }
</style> <br />
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
Olá, amigo leitor! Embarque nesta viagem rumo ao planeta Poetic <span style="font-family: Liberation Serif,Times New Roman,serif;">― </span>um lugar encantador e repleto de poesias. Se você quiser, pode enviar para o e-mail (<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><u><a href="mailto:felekeche@hotmail.com">felekeche@hotmail.com</a></u></span></span>) uma poesia para este vasto planeta poético, que eu irei publicá-la neste blog. Vamos juntos neste viagem literária!</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaKWwwvMw3gB74k3U1zvFihGjzW6qeecXI5RiPCDhUG6hRid-_s9zyuvLnl8M5OXxeF8p_4YZcn1prr9oKS7oyLVy3sLA1UYq-_PcgxL6amDK6mP73dzV9ck6exEAvPeh0TKQy8o7hPXI/s1600/na_nave_espacial.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="248" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaKWwwvMw3gB74k3U1zvFihGjzW6qeecXI5RiPCDhUG6hRid-_s9zyuvLnl8M5OXxeF8p_4YZcn1prr9oKS7oyLVy3sLA1UYq-_PcgxL6amDK6mP73dzV9ck6exEAvPeh0TKQy8o7hPXI/s400/na_nave_espacial.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<br />
<br />
<style type="text/css">
p { margin-bottom: 0.21cm; }
</style> <br />
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b>PLANETA POETIC</b></div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Nunca tinha visto algo parecido,</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Um planeta fantástico, porém esquecido...</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Cheio de pensamento, música, arte...</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Tudo transformado em pura poesia.</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Ah, não posso pensar em despedida</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Somente na vida</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Que o tempo nos tem oferecido!</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="western" style="color: red; margin-bottom: 0cm;">[Antonio Félix]</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"></div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b>NAVE POÉTICA</b></div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">As luzes desta nave me encanta!</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Só não me encanta mais do que a poesia.</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Vou viajar pelo espaço cósmico</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Em busca de um mistério</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Muito mais do que poético</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Para dias melhores.</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Quero conhecer galáxias!</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Planetas diversos!</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Outros seres que lá habitam!</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Tenho certeza que tudo isso</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Tem um pouco de poesia</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Com uma mistura impecável de sinestesia.</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="western" style="color: red; margin-bottom: 0cm;">[Antonio Félix]</div>Antonio Félix da Silva Netohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15574429716397915217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592285738361668225.post-61215818731449502562011-12-06T13:47:00.000-08:002011-12-06T13:47:16.636-08:00Publius Ovidius Naso (O Mestre do Amor)<style type="text/css">
p { margin-bottom: 0.21cm; }
</style> <div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i>Você acha que seria interessante um livro que ensinasse sobre as artes do amor sensual, escrito por alguém de sucesso indiscutível com as mulheres? Pois é, o poeta Publius Ovidius Naso escrevia poesias de amor. Ele escreveu há dois milênios sobre sexo e sedução. E continua atual.</i></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Segundo a publicação da revista ALFA , da editora Abril, do mês de outubro de 2011 - para o poeta Ovídio, seduzir uma mulher era uma técnica que, como qualquer outra, podia ser aprendida. Assim, procurava transmitir sua experiência de conquistador, que, muito além dos três casamentos, se vangloriava de ter levado para cama mulheres de todos os tipos: “altas ou baixas, louras ou morenas, esbeltas ou opulentas, instruídas ou ignorantes, contando que fossem belas e não tivessem passado o sétimo lustro da vida” (ou seja, com menos de 35 anos, idade em que, segundo ele, atingiam o “mais alto grau da ciência amorosa”).</div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="border: medium none; margin-bottom: 0cm; padding: 0cm;"> <span style="font-family: inherit;">Publius Ovidius Naso, mestre da poesia latina,</span> conhecido simplesmente por Ovídio, nasceu em Sulmo, atual Sulmona, em Abruzos na Itália, no dia 20 de Março do ano 43 a.C. Os seus poemas repletos de suavidade e harmonia influenciaram artistas como <i>Dante</i>, <i>Chaucer</i>, <i>Milton</i> e <i>Shakespeare</i>. Ovídio escreveu sobre o amor, a sedução, o exílio e a transformação mitológica. Contra a vontade de seu pai, que pretendia que seguisse uma carreira administrativa, dedicou toda a sua vida à poesia. Faleceu em Tomis, atual Constança, na Romênia, no ano 17 da era cristã.</div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="border: medium none; margin-bottom: 0cm; padding: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="border: medium none; margin-bottom: 0cm; padding: 0cm;"> <span style="color: blue;">Ovídio</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHwYgttG4LnsKi-Z1Rlo2u5VIs4oxyi7zstYoqoIhaK-H2dGm13FTvo1UbuWYDRTCpuTa-4YeycaZvJioGCgrYsqoV-p8M-2W24N82TzDUueQr2ZvbOVq-Hcv_KPoJbvNsAKxjNetsHbw/s1600/Latin_Poet_Ovid.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHwYgttG4LnsKi-Z1Rlo2u5VIs4oxyi7zstYoqoIhaK-H2dGm13FTvo1UbuWYDRTCpuTa-4YeycaZvJioGCgrYsqoV-p8M-2W24N82TzDUueQr2ZvbOVq-Hcv_KPoJbvNsAKxjNetsHbw/s320/Latin_Poet_Ovid.jpg" width="272" /></a></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="border: medium none; margin-bottom: 0cm; padding: 0cm;"><span style="color: blue;"> Poeta Latino </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="border: medium none; margin-bottom: 0cm; padding: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="border: medium none; margin-bottom: 0cm; padding: 0cm;"><br />
</div><style type="text/css">
p { margin-bottom: 0.21cm; }
</style> <div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b>* Conheça abaixo um pouco de sua história:</b></div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><style type="text/css">
p { margin-bottom: 0.21cm; }
</style> <div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="border: medium none; margin-bottom: 0cm; padding: 0cm;"> <span style="font-family: inherit;">Ovídio nasceu em 20 de março de 43 a.C. em Sulmo, atual Sulmona, em Abruzos, Itália. </span></div><div dir="LTR" id="Seção1"> <div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="border: medium none; margin-bottom: 0cm; padding: 0cm;"><a href="" name="ctl00_ContentBoxMain_CustomJsFirst_adsense"></a> <span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span> </div></div><div dir="LTR" id="Seção2"> <div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="border: medium none; margin-bottom: 0cm; padding: 0cm;"><a href="" name="ctl00_ContentBoxMain_CustomJsFirst_adsense1"></a> <span style="font-family: inherit;">Os pais, de família abastada, enviaram-no a Roma para estudar retórica. No curso, que treinava o aluno para falar de improviso sobre qualquer assunto, Ovídio preferiu os temas éticos, propícios a considerações psicológicas e morais. A retórica deu expressividade e emoção à sua poesia. </span></div></div><div dir="LTR" id="Seção3"> <div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="border: medium none; margin-bottom: 0cm; padding: 0cm;"><a href="" name="ctl00_ContentBoxMain_CustomJsFirst_adsense2"></a> <span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span> </div></div><div dir="LTR" id="Seção4"> <div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="border: medium none; margin-bottom: 0cm; padding: 0cm;"><a href="" name="ctl00_ContentBoxMain_CustomJsFirst_adsense3"></a> <span style="font-family: inherit;">Seu pai queria destiná-lo à carreira administrativa, mas uma viagem à Grécia, que ele percorreu com o seu amigo Pompeu, também poeta, levou-o a extasiar-se com as associações mitológicas entranhadas na paisagem helênica. Após breve experiência administrativa, Ovídio decidiu dedicar-se à poesia e à convivência dos poetas, como Propércio e o já maduro Horácio, no círculo ligado a Caio Mecenas. Não conheceu Virgílio; e Tibulo, a quem dedicou uma elegia fúnebre, morreu pouco antes de lhe ser apresentado. </span></div></div><div dir="LTR" id="Seção5"> <div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="border: medium none; margin-bottom: 0cm; padding: 0cm;"><a href="" name="ctl00_ContentBoxMain_CustomJsFirst_adsense4"></a> <span style="font-family: inherit;"></span><br />
</div></div><div dir="LTR" id="Seção6"> <div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="border: medium none; margin-bottom: 0cm; padding: 0cm;"><a href="" name="ctl00_ContentBoxMain_CustomJsFirst_adsense5"></a> <span style="font-family: inherit;">Por volta de 20 a.C. Ovídio começou a publicar a primeira de suas obras, «Amores» (Os amores), seleção de elegias amorosas em cinco volumes. Publicou «Ars Amatoria» (A arte de amar ), autêntico tratado sobre a sedução e o jogo amoroso, por volta do ano 1 a.C. Embora ambos os livros constituam sobretudo exercícios estilísticos que combinam a habilidade intelectual com a genuína emoção, a sua concepção frívola e às vezes erótica do amor contrasta com a austeridade moral preconizada pelo imperador Augusto. Essa divergência fez o poeta cair em desgraça. Também são desse período «Epistulae Heroidum» (Heróides) e «Remedia Amoris» (Os remédios do amor). As duas obras da maturidade de Ovídio, «Fasti» (Os fastos) e «Metamorfoses», foram escritas entre os anos 2 e 8 da era cristã. </span></div></div><div dir="LTR" id="Seção7"> <div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="border: medium none; margin-bottom: 0cm; padding: 0cm;"><a href="" name="ctl00_ContentBoxMain_CustomJsFirst_adsense6"></a> <span style="font-family: inherit;"></span><br />
</div></div><div dir="LTR" id="Seção8"> <div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="border: medium none; margin-bottom: 0cm; padding: 0cm;"><a href="" name="ctl00_ContentBoxMain_CustomJsFirst_adsense7"></a> <span style="font-family: inherit;">«Fasti» é uma coleção de 12 livros -- dos quais se conservam seis -- dedicados cada um deles a um mês do ano, nos quais se comentam as festas romanas e suas origens lendárias. «Metamorfoses», poema narrativo em 15 livros, redigido em versos de seis sílabas, é uma coleção de lendas, a maioria de origem helênica, em cada uma das quais ocorre alguma metamorfose. As histórias são dispostas em ordem cronológica e cada uma relaciona-se com a precedente, num amplo afresco mítico que abrange desde a criação do mundo até a divinização de Júlio César, e termina com uma homenagem a Augusto. </span></div></div><div dir="LTR" id="Seção9"> <div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="border: medium none; margin-bottom: 0cm; padding: 0cm;"><a href="" name="ctl00_ContentBoxMain_CustomJsFirst_adsense8"></a> <span style="font-family: inherit;"></span><br />
</div></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="border: medium none; margin-bottom: 0cm; padding: 0cm;"> <span style="font-family: inherit;">Apesar da complexidade do tema, Ovídio dotou os personagens divinos de emoções plenamente humanas e matizou as diferentes cenas com evocadoras descrições da natureza. Pôde assim transformar o que seria um mero exercício de erudição num mundo cheio de magia e de sonho. Quando Ovídio chegou ao auge do prestígio, Augusto ordenou o seu desterro, sob a acusação de imoralidade, apoiada em parte no facto de ser o autor de «A Arte de Amar».</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="border: medium none; margin-bottom: 0cm; padding: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="googleCustomPTBlock" id="ctl00_ContentBoxMain_CustomJsFirst_adsense" style="color: blue; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">«Estátua de Ovídio»</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBGAcWp3sSCJLjvREfrqsduEfSWvvhVqDnevxOMUtJBSMXQnoNgiY_M7QtmOOYvoslKBONAgwv9QdXCkogjfDe9vn3J4e-07Giy4kFDgGrFQOzzNerGtQlxjUi0pXZsVbNrpTCmhInZEY/s1600/Ovidiu03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBGAcWp3sSCJLjvREfrqsduEfSWvvhVqDnevxOMUtJBSMXQnoNgiY_M7QtmOOYvoslKBONAgwv9QdXCkogjfDe9vn3J4e-07Giy4kFDgGrFQOzzNerGtQlxjUi0pXZsVbNrpTCmhInZEY/s400/Ovidiu03.jpg" width="223" /></a></div><div class="googleCustomPTBlock" id="ctl00_ContentBoxMain_CustomJsFirst_adsense" style="color: blue; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Constança - Tomis</span></div><div class="googleCustomPTBlock" id="ctl00_ContentBoxMain_CustomJsFirst_adsense" style="color: blue; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></div><style type="text/css">
p { margin-bottom: 0.21cm; }
</style> <div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="border: medium none; margin-bottom: 0cm; padding: 0cm;"> <span style="font-family: inherit;">No ano 8 da era cristã, Ovídio fixou-se em Tomis, pequena localidade à margem do mar Negro. As suas últimas obras foram as elegias «Tristia» (Tristes) e «Epistulae ex Ponto» (Epístolas do Ponto), protestos de inocência e reflexões sobre o exílio. O poeta exerceu grande influência na revitalização da poesia bucólica e mitológica do Renascimento, que teve nas «Metamorfoses» um dos seus modelos fundamentais. Ovídio morreu em Tomis, posteriormente Constança, na Romênia, no ano 17 d.C.</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="border: medium none; margin-bottom: 0cm; padding: 0cm;"><br />
</div><style type="text/css">
p { margin-bottom: 0.21cm; }
</style> <div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="border: medium none; color: blue; margin-bottom: 0cm; padding: 0cm;"> <span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>A ARTE DE AMAR</b></span></div><div class="western" style="line-height: 0.48cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-right: 0.42cm;"> <br />
</div><div class="western" style="line-height: 0.48cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-right: 0.42cm;"> <span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>I</b></span></div><div class="western" style="line-height: 0.48cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-right: 0.42cm;"> <span style="font-family: inherit;">Tal como o povo, tal como o juiz</span></div><div class="western" style="line-height: 0.48cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-right: 0.42cm;"> <span style="font-family: inherit;">E o seleto senado se rendem à eloquência,</span></div><div class="western" style="line-height: 0.48cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-right: 0.42cm;"> <span style="font-family: inherit;">À arte embaladora das palavras</span></div><div class="western" style="line-height: 0.48cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-right: 0.42cm;"> <span style="font-family: inherit;">As mulheres não opõem resistência.</span></div><div class="western" style="line-height: 0.48cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-right: 0.42cm;"> <span style="font-family: inherit;">Mas os recursos oculta do teu verbo;</span></div><div class="western" style="line-height: 0.48cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-right: 0.42cm;"> <span style="font-family: inherit;">Evite o teu discurso o tom pedante.</span></div><div class="western" style="line-height: 0.48cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-right: 0.42cm;"> <span style="font-family: inherit;">Só um pobre de espírito faria</span></div><div class="western" style="line-height: 0.48cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-right: 0.42cm;"> <span style="font-family: inherit;">Um pomposo discurso à sua amante</span></div><div class="western" style="line-height: 0.48cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-right: 0.42cm;"> <span style="font-family: inherit;">(…) Que o teu estilo seja natural</span></div><div class="western" style="line-height: 0.48cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-right: 0.42cm;"> <span style="font-family: inherit;">E as palavras comuns, embora ternas,</span></div><div class="western" style="line-height: 0.48cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-right: 0.42cm;"> <span style="font-family: inherit;">À mulher que escreveres procura dar</span></div><div class="western" style="line-height: 0.48cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-right: 0.42cm;"> <span style="font-family: inherit;">Naturalmente a impressão de que te está a ouvir falar.</span></div><div class="western" style="line-height: 0.48cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-right: 0.42cm;"> <br />
</div><div class="western" style="line-height: 0.48cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-right: 0.42cm;"> <span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>II</b></span></div><div class="western" style="line-height: 0.48cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-right: 0.42cm;"> <span style="font-family: inherit;">É no leito, acredita, que a Concórdia, sem armas, eternamente habita.</span></div><div class="western" style="line-height: 0.48cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-right: 0.42cm;"> <span style="font-family: inherit;">A cama é o lugar onde nasce o perdão.</span></div><div class="western" style="line-height: 0.48cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-right: 0.42cm;"> <span style="font-family: inherit;">As pombas que ainda há pouco se batiam </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Unem os bicos e o seu arrolhar é o amor a falar.</span></div><div class="western" style="line-height: 0.48cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-right: 0.42cm;"> <span style="font-family: inherit;">Apressar o termo da volúpia,</span></div><div class="western" style="line-height: 0.48cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-right: 0.42cm;"> <span style="font-family: inherit;">Acredita, não é conveniente,</span></div><div class="western" style="line-height: 0.48cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-right: 0.42cm;"> <span style="font-family: inherit;">Mas depois de atrasos que a demorem</span></div><div class="western" style="line-height: 0.48cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-right: 0.42cm;"> <span style="font-family: inherit;">Chegar à meta insensivelmente.</span></div><div class="western" style="line-height: 0.48cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-right: 0.42cm;"> <span style="font-family: inherit;">E antes de encontrares aquela região</span></div><div class="western" style="line-height: 0.48cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-right: 0.42cm;"> <span style="font-family: inherit;">Onde as carícias têm melhor acolhimento</span></div><div class="western" style="line-height: 0.48cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-right: 0.42cm;"> <span style="font-family: inherit;">Não te impeça o pudor de a afagar.</span></div><div class="western" style="line-height: 0.48cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-right: 0.42cm;"> <span style="font-family: inherit;">Como os raios do sol quando são refletidos</span></div><div class="western" style="line-height: 0.48cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-right: 0.42cm;"> <span style="font-family: inherit;">No espelho da água transparente,</span></div><div class="western" style="line-height: 0.48cm; margin-bottom: 0.3cm; margin-right: 0.42cm;"> <span style="font-family: inherit;">Nos olhos da amante, esse trêmulo brilho tu verás cintilar.</span></div><div class="western" style="line-height: 0.48cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-right: 0.42cm;"> <span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>III</b></span></div><div class="western" style="line-height: 0.48cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-right: 0.42cm;"> <span style="font-family: inherit;">Que a meta seja atingida ao mesmo tempo.</span></div><div class="western" style="line-height: 0.48cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-right: 0.42cm;"> <span style="font-family: inherit;">São guindados ao cume da volúpia</span></div><div class="western" style="line-height: 0.48cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-right: 0.42cm;"> <span style="font-family: inherit;">O homem e a mulher quando vencidos</span></div><div class="western" style="line-height: 0.48cm; margin-bottom: 0.3cm; margin-right: 0.42cm;"> <span style="font-family: inherit;">Ficam na cama, sem forças, estendidos.</span></div><div class="western" style="color: blue; line-height: 0.48cm; margin-bottom: 0.3cm; margin-right: 0.42cm;"> <span style="font-family: inherit;">Ovídeo</span></div><div class="western" style="line-height: 0.48cm; margin-bottom: 0.3cm; margin-right: 0.42cm;"> <br />
</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-right: 0.42cm;"><strong style="background-color: white; color: blue;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">OS AMORES</span></strong><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;"></span><br />
<br />
Era intenso o calor, passava do meio dia;<br />
Estava eu em minha cama repousando.<br />
(...) Eis que vem Corina numa túnica ligeira,<br />
Os cabelos lhe ocultando o alvo pescoço;<br />
Assim entrava na alcova a formosa </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Semíramis</span><span style="font-family: inherit;">,<br />
Dizem, e Laís que amaram tantos homens.<br />
Tirei-lhe a túnica, mas sem empenho de vencer:<br />
Venceu-a, sem mágoa, a sua traição.<br />
Ficou em pé, sem roupa, ali diante de meus olhos.<br />
Em seu corpo não havia um só defeito.<br />
Que ombros e que braços me foi dado ver, tocar!<br />
Os belos seios, que doce comprimi-los!<br />
Que ventre mais polido logo abaixo do peito!<br />
Que primor de ancas, que juvenil a coxa!<br />
Por que pormenorizar? Nada vi não louvável,<br />
E lhe estreitei a nudez contra o meu corpo.<br />
O resto, quem não sabe? Exaustos, repousamos.<br />
Que outros meios-dias me sejam tão prósperos.</span></div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="western" style="color: blue; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ovídeo</span></div><div class="western" style="color: blue; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="western" style="color: blue; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="western" style="color: blue; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</span></div><style type="text/css">
p { margin-bottom: 0.21cm; }a:link { }
</style> <div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b>Fontes de pesquisa:</b></div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><a href="http://wwwpoetanarquista.blogspot.com/2011/03/poesia-ovidio-naso.html">http://wwwpoetanarquista.blogspot.com/2011/03/poesia-ovidio-naso.html</a></div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ov%C3%ADdio">http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ov%C3%ADdio</a></div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i><b>Revista ALFA</b></i> – Mês de outubro de 2011 (CONFISSÕES – O MESTRE DO AMOR – por Sérgio Amaral Silva – Pág. 62.)</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span style="color: blue;">---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</span> </div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="border: medium none; margin-bottom: 0cm; padding: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div>Antonio Félix da Silva Netohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15574429716397915217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592285738361668225.post-23296313710959429442011-12-04T06:18:00.000-08:002011-12-04T06:19:24.286-08:00O COITADO DO CARAMBOLO<style type="text/css">
p { margin-bottom: 0.21cm; }
</style> <br />
<div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAxVGIkDnCXF-QhOjCBSQbA_nUvc-4BvOUOkBNEutF3rcrCPhRFrL7oACeac8MGRPEgp_-E2k9JsB9U4LMR-27p4vTLBYKD6kUkx48hatT0IuWkuwx3dtTVrEvuVmjeqqd98y8HCpOSs0/s1600/Carambolo+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAxVGIkDnCXF-QhOjCBSQbA_nUvc-4BvOUOkBNEutF3rcrCPhRFrL7oACeac8MGRPEgp_-E2k9JsB9U4LMR-27p4vTLBYKD6kUkx48hatT0IuWkuwx3dtTVrEvuVmjeqqd98y8HCpOSs0/s400/Carambolo+1.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> Foto e poema de Antonio Félix</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><br />
<div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Um réptil fora da lei</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">que vive balanceando a cabeça</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">num sentido totalmente positivo,</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">este é o sim do carambolo!</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Olho para o muro do quintal</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">e vejo-o tão calmo, sem mexer com ninguém,</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">apenas encarando-me, mostrando sua gentileza.</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Certo dia, assombrei-me com tal fato,</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">isto é, vi um garoto muito malvado</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">com uma baladeira nas mãos</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">e umas pedrinhas no bolso do calção.</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Realmente, não vi o que aconteceu,</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">porém, quando olhei para o muro</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">não avistei mais o carambolo</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">porque o coitado estava morto...</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">estendido naquele chão.</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Foi uma pedrada louca! Violentíssima!</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sei que a baladeira não teve culpa,</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">muito menos a pedra que lhe acertou,</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">uma vez que quem atirou foi o menino,</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">o miserável do menino.</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Acho, talvez, que o motivo chama-se diversão,</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: white; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">todavia, acabou-se uma vida de um inocente animal.</span></span></div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><br />
</div><div align="LEFT" lang="pt-BR" style="color: red; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.01cm; margin-right: 3.02cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">[Antonio Félix] </span></span></b></div>Antonio Félix da Silva Netohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15574429716397915217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592285738361668225.post-41050687704944585352011-12-03T04:59:00.000-08:002011-12-03T05:17:53.367-08:00A FESTA NO CÉU<style type="text/css">
p { margin-bottom: 0.21cm; }
</style> <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVwgsybAMAesRIEj7S6VtHbWdTZqeDcM9X1P6k9p3T2-BtmZJhhm-cU3R81oG_ACXilffz_IszklhNjHknNiEgOJMmS_FcDdR12M8DNQyDiFLkvG-D_685O-D2CYa3hJioUZjolsgP6jc/s1600/urubus.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVwgsybAMAesRIEj7S6VtHbWdTZqeDcM9X1P6k9p3T2-BtmZJhhm-cU3R81oG_ACXilffz_IszklhNjHknNiEgOJMmS_FcDdR12M8DNQyDiFLkvG-D_685O-D2CYa3hJioUZjolsgP6jc/s320/urubus.gif" width="320" /></a></div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
<br />
</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <style type="text/css">
p { margin-bottom: 0.21cm; }
</style> <div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Hoje, pela manhã, bem cedo</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">vi uma beleza extraordinária!</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Uma ciranda no céu, todos misturados...</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">eram os urubus fazendo a sua festa!</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">O que posso imaginar neste momento,</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">tentei tirar uma foto, mas a luz do sol era intensa</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">não deu para o lindo momento eu registrar.</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">O que será que estão comemorando?</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Todos tão felizes...</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">brincando de roda no límpido céu azul</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">sentindo o perfumado cheiro das nuvens.</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">[<span style="color: red;">Antonio Félix</span>] </div></div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><br />
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Antonio Félix da Silva Netohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15574429716397915217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592285738361668225.post-3392841352391251722011-11-30T16:00:00.000-08:002011-11-30T16:04:33.435-08:00CIRANDA LITERÁRIA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAvVKzxePmgKUZLOESlXzv6VeXxcOcWpok1mo_oIgBiUn4dYtB5ti9bRdG1zuLbbJ6TPdhgEPYzK_8P6s4PmzWNULFlo2rtYAgCbekFGpSoo8irbtAoYST16DMQv1A41hvNub9BezhkLQ/s1600/a_familia-tarsila-do-amaral.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAvVKzxePmgKUZLOESlXzv6VeXxcOcWpok1mo_oIgBiUn4dYtB5ti9bRdG1zuLbbJ6TPdhgEPYzK_8P6s4PmzWNULFlo2rtYAgCbekFGpSoo8irbtAoYST16DMQv1A41hvNub9BezhkLQ/s400/a_familia-tarsila-do-amaral.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> A Família, de Tarsila do Amaral</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Acontecerá nesta sexta-feira, 02/12, uma apresentação do Espetáculo Infantil (arte, música e dança), resultado do Projeto Ciranda Literária, desenvolvido pelas professoras do ensino fundamental I do Colégio Padre José de Anchieta. Os protagonistas serão os alunos do Pré-II e do ensino fundamental I. O projeto baseou-se na leitura de várias obras infantis, com destaque para a obra FLICTS, do extraordinário Ziraldo. Será um espetáculo de muitas cores e muita imaginação. Vale a pena conferir.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"> O local da apresentação será no TEATRO DE ARENA (Maroca, Mundica e Morena Ferreira), no Parque Beira Rio, a partir das 19 horas. A coordenação dos trabalhos foi feita pelas professores Luciana Almeida, Sheila Pierot, Magnólia, Nathália Santos, Jayra Borges, Williamis, Marcos, Socorro Rego e Maria Antonia Medeiros. A supervisão e o cenário ficaram a cargo de Fátima Gualberto. As coreografias correram por conta de Ana Célia Oliveira.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">É mais um trabalho com a marca do COLÉGIO PADRE JOSÉ DE ANCHIETA.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Fonte:</b> <span style="color: blue;">http://silvalopes.zip.net/</span></span></div>Antonio Félix da Silva Netohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15574429716397915217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592285738361668225.post-83630112864190302592011-11-27T06:24:00.000-08:002011-11-27T06:26:19.392-08:00IMAGEM & POESIA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEw444j9zDeM3V00v-QeuQZek1i2ol4w7Oi_eW8R5bAPqKpdhftwyUxpE98QZg_nUbTZSVbHhXz2e8x-FXB_0F56PqvotLPudp7ZKCzTghYG6eH9cgJhhUBRcc70zSAknaPmeAXu88shk/s1600/Lavadeira-mascarada+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEw444j9zDeM3V00v-QeuQZek1i2ol4w7Oi_eW8R5bAPqKpdhftwyUxpE98QZg_nUbTZSVbHhXz2e8x-FXB_0F56PqvotLPudp7ZKCzTghYG6eH9cgJhhUBRcc70zSAknaPmeAXu88shk/s400/Lavadeira-mascarada+2.JPG" width="400" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> Foto e poema de Antonio Félix</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><style type="text/css">
p { margin-bottom: 0.21cm; }
</style> <br />
<div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b>PÁSSARO DE MÚLTIPLOS NOMES</b></div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Pássaro de múltiplos nomes!</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Ó maria-branca!</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Lava-te neste açude, pombinho-das-almas</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">e depois voe por este céu!</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Tu és uma lavadeira mascarada, maria-lencinho!</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Não sei se és noivinha ou viuvinha,</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">mas prefiro chamar-te de bertolinha.</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">[<span style="color: red;">Antonio Félix</span>]</div>Antonio Félix da Silva Netohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15574429716397915217noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592285738361668225.post-86626729210407829612011-11-25T06:41:00.000-08:002011-11-25T06:41:37.586-08:00CONHEÇA O BLOG "CPI"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY0CKluhu-AbScdTrDD0ToJMc3vZ3qC6GaW1WUYY-_uKYNTpz63s2vtDQBWjVrx50b9UGJEhgjiSI9lYCbQmz08A3w3lNnZztg78oOVWgiVOT24jvM3gSltduTyVn1oGyhcrBPge0R5c8/s1600/I+Sarau+da+Confraria+da+Poesia+Informal+20-10-11+%252833%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY0CKluhu-AbScdTrDD0ToJMc3vZ3qC6GaW1WUYY-_uKYNTpz63s2vtDQBWjVrx50b9UGJEhgjiSI9lYCbQmz08A3w3lNnZztg78oOVWgiVOT24jvM3gSltduTyVn1oGyhcrBPge0R5c8/s400/I+Sarau+da+Confraria+da+Poesia+Informal+20-10-11+%252833%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span>A Confraria da Poesia Informal (CPI)foi fundada em Petrópolis - RJ, em agosto de 2011, pela escritora Catarina Maul em conjunto com amigos, ex alunos de poesia, participantes dos concursos literários que organiza, entre outros inspirados e esperançosos cidadãos do mundo. Rapidamente, encontrou pares de varios CEPs diferentes, passando a mais de 80 membros em 3 meses. Dialoga através de reuniões, saraus e o facebook.</span></div><br />
<span>Visite o blog: http://confrariadapoesiainformal.blogspot.com/</span><br />
<span><br />
</span>Antonio Félix da Silva Netohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15574429716397915217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592285738361668225.post-3574851941186834902011-11-19T08:09:00.000-08:002011-11-19T08:09:40.146-08:00FLORES DA PRIMAVERA<div style="text-align: left;"><strong></strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong></strong><br />
<strong></strong>Nas águas rasas do rio Parnaíba<br />
Este vento espalha flores da vida.<br />
E canto eu cá, com o rosto paíba,<br />
Estando com saudades, ó querida!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
Vejo rosas neste campo de abril!<br />
Colho flores de alegria vivida!<br />
Observando este belo orvalho inútil,<br />
Esquecendo-me da vida sofrida.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: left;">Eu amo a terra muda e solitária<br />
Que tais anjos deram-me de presente.<br />
É como sentir este vento quente!</div><br />
<div style="text-align: left;">Nestes louvores vejo a fantasia<br />
Tentando fugir deste paraíso,<br />
Onde se tem flores em demasia.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">[<span style="color: red;">Antonio Félix</span>] </div><br />
<div align="center"><br />
</div>Antonio Félix da Silva Netohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15574429716397915217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592285738361668225.post-7227522943649628522011-11-15T17:06:00.000-08:002011-11-15T17:06:36.266-08:00ÓCIO<div style="text-align: left;"><strong></strong></div><br />
<div style="text-align: left;">Precavido sempre eu vejo,<br />
Olho as constelações, o luar<br />
Com um clarão tão branco<br />
Quanto as neves e as neblinas...</div><br />
<div style="text-align: left;">Visões passadas com os olhos da mente,<br />
Sentindo a cor do vento,<br />
Saciando a vontade fremente<br />
De beber a água da fonte da vida!</div><br />
<div style="text-align: left;">E numa vadiagem terrível<br />
Vivo perambulando na mente,<br />
Com um olhar lancinante<br />
E uma preguiça premeditadamente.</div><br />
E o que pode ser cabível<br />
Se já não tenho nada,<br />
Apenas um ócio<br />
E uma repreensão que me mata.<br />
<br />
[<span style="color: red;">Antonio Félix da Silva Neto</span>]Antonio Félix da Silva Netohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15574429716397915217noreply@blogger.com0