tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87808740411882363252024-03-05T11:22:54.624-03:00Notas do meu canto"...e me depositem também numa canoinha de nada, nessa água, que não pára, de longas beiras: e, eu, rio abaixo, rio acima, rio adentro-o rio." Guimarães Rosa.Costurando-Mariashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01675840772542455510noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780874041188236325.post-29707576477908681192011-12-01T13:11:00.000-02:002011-12-01T13:11:49.490-02:00Para pensar e agir... só pensar não basta...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/nGeXdv-uPaw?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b> No princípio era assim....</b></div>Costurando-Mariashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01675840772542455510noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780874041188236325.post-61720260366264013472011-09-29T11:05:00.000-03:002011-09-29T11:05:29.021-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/E5CX_PX0gVs/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E5CX_PX0gVs&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E5CX_PX0gVs&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div>Costurando-Mariashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01675840772542455510noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780874041188236325.post-10100921279232350442011-09-27T15:56:00.002-03:002011-09-27T15:56:52.185-03:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal">Não sei quantas almas tenho.<br />
Cada momento mudei.<br />
Continuamente me estranho.<br />
Nunca me vi nem acabei.<br />
De tanto ser, só tenho alma.<br />
Quem tem alma não tem calma.<br />
Quem vê é só o que vê,<br />
Quem sente não é quem é,<br />
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Atento ao que sou e vejo,<br />
Torno-me eles e não eu.<br />
Cada meu sonho ou desejo<br />
É do que nasce e não meu.<br />
Sou minha própria paisagem;<br />
Assisto à minha passagem,<br />
Diverso, móbil e só,<br />
Não sei sentir-me onde estou.<br />
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Por isso, alheio, vou lendo<br />
Como páginas, meu ser.<br />
O que segue não prevendo,<br />
O que passou a esquecer.<br />
Noto à margem do que li<br />
O que julguei que senti.<br />
Releio e digo : "Fui eu ?"<br />
Deus sabe, porque o escreveu. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Oh, vida, das perguntas desses recorrentes</div><div class="MsoNormal">dos infindáveis trens dos incrédulos</div><div class="MsoNormal">das cidades repletas de tolos;</div><div class="MsoNormal">o que há de bom nisso tudo, oh, vida</div><div class="MsoNormal">Que você está aqui; </div><div class="MsoNormal">que existe vida e identidade;</div><div class="MsoNormal">que o poderoso jogo continua</div><div class="MsoNormal">e você pode contribuir com um verso...”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Whitt Whitmam</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div>Costurando-Mariashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01675840772542455510noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780874041188236325.post-66049204167232516742011-08-15T10:25:00.000-03:002011-08-15T10:25:09.533-03:00O cerrado brilha diante dos olhos!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf8vx7d12hKxzqv9-_QsUuwPG8UJIu-dIKlfq8P7-If1-595DgfWAW-_LqRBBtEuXPnZGDfgeHZqxXkz2yPidtF0_7D4XAmIQNM32x9VSfIpZ5w54_Eznd0VJqUDMJH_EH5woNftd9hUA/s1600/DSC04436.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf8vx7d12hKxzqv9-_QsUuwPG8UJIu-dIKlfq8P7-If1-595DgfWAW-_LqRBBtEuXPnZGDfgeHZqxXkz2yPidtF0_7D4XAmIQNM32x9VSfIpZ5w54_Eznd0VJqUDMJH_EH5woNftd9hUA/s320/DSC04436.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Parafraseando um grande poeta amigo Moisés Augusto Gonçalves, in "A Rebeldia e o Sonho"</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cerrado é pra brilhar...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Simplesmente belo!!! </div>Costurando-Mariashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01675840772542455510noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780874041188236325.post-46207583912632221342011-08-01T10:14:00.002-03:002011-08-01T10:14:37.714-03:00Um passeio pela água...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEW-TuFSf1iowyqckEzHFFvmPo3TrbpAOCghecFY7ogdnTVtGStiA2jCk3miwA1zV9rFWBxrO5dgRpuTCRCv1RVbPJLiB5PkxywpeVXTAEZtL0L9jU2WdzjyjHMJkTO0VlAbbeESSdwtc/s1600/DSC04375.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEW-TuFSf1iowyqckEzHFFvmPo3TrbpAOCghecFY7ogdnTVtGStiA2jCk3miwA1zV9rFWBxrO5dgRpuTCRCv1RVbPJLiB5PkxywpeVXTAEZtL0L9jU2WdzjyjHMJkTO0VlAbbeESSdwtc/s320/DSC04375.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fotografias: Sônia Rodrigues</div>Costurando-Mariashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01675840772542455510noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780874041188236325.post-6133815073423538072011-08-01T10:07:00.000-03:002011-08-01T10:07:31.363-03:00Um passeio pelo céu...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO4LEfvD_hMr8rPzDHke8TsELjvtORl9ccoMZOkQC5Vvf-o43dwP8oRtw9bjAqtCcSuX1ljEpe6xtWA0oDAaQp-TwV9MBMDSo7ASF221nyv-phYJMDAJQHAg5hHaCr4FXiRTQKij4szAk/s1600/DSC04382.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO4LEfvD_hMr8rPzDHke8TsELjvtORl9ccoMZOkQC5Vvf-o43dwP8oRtw9bjAqtCcSuX1ljEpe6xtWA0oDAaQp-TwV9MBMDSo7ASF221nyv-phYJMDAJQHAg5hHaCr4FXiRTQKij4szAk/s320/DSC04382.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Pé por pé, pé por si. Deixei que o caminho me escolha.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">O alegre, mesmo, era a gente viver devagarinho, miudinho,</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Nessa estrada, salvou-me a palavra".</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fotografias: Sônia Rodrigues</div>Costurando-Mariashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01675840772542455510noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780874041188236325.post-61999271533821384402011-02-07T10:09:00.000-02:002011-02-07T10:09:14.482-02:00Um fim de tarde em Minas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7-slHqFiAYc-ne2juGpECvX_j7v8L_ZMZerdzaex20gi0edcZlbQ4UZSxFwU7tm8BEaM0Py5gvpupM8l4wCkEnqaEaEDZ7OLJI7aZn6anEs6t1lVVLLfaG2tHSDgTqhj87dKbnxghyphenhyphendM/s1600/DSC03567.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7-slHqFiAYc-ne2juGpECvX_j7v8L_ZMZerdzaex20gi0edcZlbQ4UZSxFwU7tm8BEaM0Py5gvpupM8l4wCkEnqaEaEDZ7OLJI7aZn6anEs6t1lVVLLfaG2tHSDgTqhj87dKbnxghyphenhyphendM/s320/DSC03567.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Minas,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Não há só vilas em Minas</div><div style="text-align: center;">há outros códigos e cânones</div><div style="text-align: center;">outros nomes e signos</div><div style="text-align: center;">outros signatários e insídias</div><div style="text-align: center;">outros assombros...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Conhece-se a beleza dádiva dos deuses por aquilo que</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">ela produz na alma dos homens.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Quem é possuído por ela entra em êxtase:</div><div style="text-align: center;">cessa o riso, cessa o choro, o pensamento pára,</div><div style="text-align: center;">a fala emudece.</div><div style="text-align: center;">É mística.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">“Está muito bom! </div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Do jeito que deveria ser!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nada há de ser modificado!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Amém!”</div><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Fotografias: Sônia Rodrigues </strong></div><div align="right"><strong>Poema: Rubens Alves</strong></div>Costurando-Mariashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01675840772542455510noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780874041188236325.post-16931800265186854822011-01-24T09:44:00.001-02:002011-09-20T16:06:35.196-03:00Pintura sobre tela<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_kRifhgnm23TzyZMANXEhOoYRVTPPeCEU92ZDzclm7id9r3EuUpmb11wPeuSFaAw3f4NvuD4AEl48vjXNtLvcA4K1L0e_-0d5GQcZFAsm4xPM8IIodfvAfFu5R7EY_vmahOYtbduL450/s1600/digitalizar0007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="315" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_kRifhgnm23TzyZMANXEhOoYRVTPPeCEU92ZDzclm7id9r3EuUpmb11wPeuSFaAw3f4NvuD4AEl48vjXNtLvcA4K1L0e_-0d5GQcZFAsm4xPM8IIodfvAfFu5R7EY_vmahOYtbduL450/s320/digitalizar0007.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Saudade das horas em claro olhando um corpo inteiro</div><div style="text-align: center;">envolvido em pinceladas.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hoje, os pincéis também descansam"...</div>Costurando-Mariashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01675840772542455510noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780874041188236325.post-60101777722275183532011-01-24T09:26:00.001-02:002011-09-20T16:06:01.200-03:00Artista: Rômulo Bruzzi<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqb1Nhqk6RFR92mpNIY-fk0FC-V8a9hLDP3fIdDTZrkHLiKpHaKd8Qxv2Z0WRV-ePoeUYTfWDMUIoPeUfMj0ZENe_DP8WeASUukJS-lim8m355pmP5JhLIWfRUrn9BCI-bUB0SZ1n5Db8/s1600/digitalizar0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="158" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqb1Nhqk6RFR92mpNIY-fk0FC-V8a9hLDP3fIdDTZrkHLiKpHaKd8Qxv2Z0WRV-ePoeUYTfWDMUIoPeUfMj0ZENe_DP8WeASUukJS-lim8m355pmP5JhLIWfRUrn9BCI-bUB0SZ1n5Db8/s320/digitalizar0001.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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"O pintor já não vive entre nós...</div><div align="center">Não sei se é ele que se despede ou nós que somos despedidos"...</div><br />
Costurando-Mariashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01675840772542455510noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780874041188236325.post-29688345725991402872011-01-09T10:06:00.001-02:002011-01-09T10:06:34.526-02:00Arraial D'Ajuda: praia dos pescadores<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh32JuzmFVn95L_-4EXnySeylLqi8Ela8GzBKgNf-9AZv2tFs4_i_oDscC2RFanco2pDEaZAFAs6bPWJcjsAx7KNsjsgU6iKjrzKwT10VCxSWM1BikYrVpmyboDXfo8zmX7NCOff8EG9LA/s1600/DSC03374.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh32JuzmFVn95L_-4EXnySeylLqi8Ela8GzBKgNf-9AZv2tFs4_i_oDscC2RFanco2pDEaZAFAs6bPWJcjsAx7KNsjsgU6iKjrzKwT10VCxSWM1BikYrVpmyboDXfo8zmX7NCOff8EG9LA/s320/DSC03374.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>Fotografias: Sônia Rodrigues</strong></div>Costurando-Mariashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01675840772542455510noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780874041188236325.post-54134434791089442362011-01-05T13:42:00.007-02:002011-01-06T12:42:17.209-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEign_tMEohq-1pbsVclz6CncFa1znxnixjnQK3EDfSAOhmBgkW9yNDJ4cAZ7e5ukcD6HvdUVRkRrsMet2SfzNL1rE6SBwqWztkoHn-rmeQAt_KuOrWjkOyi-WkTa7s8bxmqEeoylkVno2I/s1600/DSC03031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEign_tMEohq-1pbsVclz6CncFa1znxnixjnQK3EDfSAOhmBgkW9yNDJ4cAZ7e5ukcD6HvdUVRkRrsMet2SfzNL1rE6SBwqWztkoHn-rmeQAt_KuOrWjkOyi-WkTa7s8bxmqEeoylkVno2I/s320/DSC03031.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;">Quando eu crescer... quero ser mar...</div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;">abraçar o infinito </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"> respirar amor...<br />
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<strong>Fotografia e texto: Sônia Rodrigues</strong></div>Costurando-Mariashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01675840772542455510noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780874041188236325.post-86531184226780305542010-12-11T18:25:00.001-02:002010-12-11T18:28:57.588-02:00a caminho do mar... lá vou eu...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo5VKabXnvkIjeIGcEqChfWjkYljXU9IHd3u83VsXNdu2g5smhVy-sVrBOFrzPOvayWk0GGtLyxiiPfl-hWdRxg5X-h3dJL3d0H5CvkbQ5AX92-oxK7I81qrs-bRUQ-IRuUyy3GAP2HaI/s1600/121107449-G%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="205" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo5VKabXnvkIjeIGcEqChfWjkYljXU9IHd3u83VsXNdu2g5smhVy-sVrBOFrzPOvayWk0GGtLyxiiPfl-hWdRxg5X-h3dJL3d0H5CvkbQ5AX92-oxK7I81qrs-bRUQ-IRuUyy3GAP2HaI/s320/121107449-G%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><strong>Praia do Rio da Barra fica no caminho para Arraial d'Ajuda</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><strong></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><strong>Foto: Jota Freitas (Bahiatursa) </strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: x-small;">feriasbrasil.com.br</span></strong></div>Costurando-Mariashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01675840772542455510noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780874041188236325.post-4930687237278134202010-11-19T11:21:00.003-02:002011-01-05T14:04:21.200-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY_4MI_-HuyLjiNdt5iDQNW9Y17O6vHi4rOEraEberukkk4KrUE0_x6AlMF9jWlZPIpKcld_B6A44WzbFPKLP9UJQ2saPvCoM-9mG4SLX27Pv8oXE5_slnDWkVZIWZuciKhrkWGF4_bdc/s1600/DSC02559.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY_4MI_-HuyLjiNdt5iDQNW9Y17O6vHi4rOEraEberukkk4KrUE0_x6AlMF9jWlZPIpKcld_B6A44WzbFPKLP9UJQ2saPvCoM-9mG4SLX27Pv8oXE5_slnDWkVZIWZuciKhrkWGF4_bdc/s320/DSC02559.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">A vida se tece em fios de luz.</div><div align="center">Nasce e morre</div><div align="center">simultaneamente.</div><div align="center">Ninguém sabe, ao certo, onde</div><div align="center">começa ou termina.</div><div align="center">O mais importante é o que se </div><div align="center">vive e, vivendo, por inteiro, </div><div align="center">se ilumina de amor e de paixão</div><div align="center">pela existência.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong> Fotografia e Texto : Sônia Rodrigues </strong></div><div align="center"><br />
</div>Costurando-Mariashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01675840772542455510noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780874041188236325.post-22424297006185253422010-11-15T14:08:00.001-02:002010-11-15T14:08:57.215-02:00<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/akZn_1nlTzI?fs=1&hl=pt_BR"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/akZn_1nlTzI?fs=1&hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Costurando-Mariashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01675840772542455510noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780874041188236325.post-76325750299976757462010-11-10T10:04:00.001-02:002010-11-15T13:44:49.321-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMiPH9Hjg8xBwbTNEaVTys3v4Vf5O4iiavh-d4z-7dnuzu5BdH7Vg5eLlh0CniL115yF6Blz6D5udvfBb-u7zbAYakG_Kpl1Uj5YpVWgLZmr7wax45JVmvNqm446886G4B6XWUqfbZm8I/s1600/OQAAAOZOnNJiVEj1PsRmxTpU2D8FVgBkQgXhuOB0PzssQLN9UU_YI-uFWvBj0jD62SYDj_qq5PeaYxolv8leKRxmUwMAm1T1UOYc-mV8HPaYdAhOzOFar1qZcxuy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMiPH9Hjg8xBwbTNEaVTys3v4Vf5O4iiavh-d4z-7dnuzu5BdH7Vg5eLlh0CniL115yF6Blz6D5udvfBb-u7zbAYakG_Kpl1Uj5YpVWgLZmr7wax45JVmvNqm446886G4B6XWUqfbZm8I/s320/OQAAAOZOnNJiVEj1PsRmxTpU2D8FVgBkQgXhuOB0PzssQLN9UU_YI-uFWvBj0jD62SYDj_qq5PeaYxolv8leKRxmUwMAm1T1UOYc-mV8HPaYdAhOzOFar1qZcxuy.jpg" width="319" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Foto: Lis de Castro</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fico assim </div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">quando o luar entra em meus olhos </div><div style="text-align: center;">e rouba minhas sombras: </div><div style="text-align: center;">todo nu, </div><div style="text-align: center;">estremecido de luz, </div><div style="text-align: center;">acalentado de encantos. </div><br />
<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Moisés Augusto Gonçalves, in Fragmentos impertinentes </span></div>Costurando-Mariashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01675840772542455510noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780874041188236325.post-69729238980062935182010-11-10T08:32:00.002-02:002010-11-10T08:39:03.932-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji1jEsIYvNLgOy30LB88rHM5WvZLHhERiZVNS4Gpw2sleHnC2jYnXOfr6Gl5hzcp9ANo0_aqo3yi0VfG_BbExkNs4Pw5znnUUTCTUdgwzlp39DKdBFH7EoDsDsET4a77zoR4uDe2SLLn0/s1600/OgAAAGv3xHQE1sXIxUWG3FN-rZWbCkqfV5hGWdWy-ybOa6AcpMChmWaeAhAincY_FZd35hLyjNG5e7f2rxkB8p9NyoEAm1T1UP7Sp9FQjvOhUVjmQYFWszsbKCbP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="192" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji1jEsIYvNLgOy30LB88rHM5WvZLHhERiZVNS4Gpw2sleHnC2jYnXOfr6Gl5hzcp9ANo0_aqo3yi0VfG_BbExkNs4Pw5znnUUTCTUdgwzlp39DKdBFH7EoDsDsET4a77zoR4uDe2SLLn0/s320/OgAAAGv3xHQE1sXIxUWG3FN-rZWbCkqfV5hGWdWy-ybOa6AcpMChmWaeAhAincY_FZd35hLyjNG5e7f2rxkB8p9NyoEAm1T1UP7Sp9FQjvOhUVjmQYFWszsbKCbP.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Foto: Gregory Colbert</span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><br />
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..."isso quer dizer também que não se ultrapassa o mundo senão entrando nele, e que, num único movimento o espírito usa o mundo, o tempo, a palavra, a história e anima-os de um sentido que não se destrói."<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Maurice Merleau Ponty </span></div>Costurando-Mariashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01675840772542455510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780874041188236325.post-43145907301586694462010-11-10T08:22:00.002-02:002010-11-19T19:33:21.342-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAwVrc_vq4O_bt2RvTRYCpGFfa0Laxd6yYLFxDmavhiLjtSXaA1MTVOA-p_LYXcRC1ApOlRAOAyjUIcjRTHDE3Z2PQyQ4fpMaEj7OSyr7uUzn3N_-tWODe1DQZeI8dmLhBkjomFl84aqk/s1600/2981688.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="242" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAwVrc_vq4O_bt2RvTRYCpGFfa0Laxd6yYLFxDmavhiLjtSXaA1MTVOA-p_LYXcRC1ApOlRAOAyjUIcjRTHDE3Z2PQyQ4fpMaEj7OSyr7uUzn3N_-tWODe1DQZeI8dmLhBkjomFl84aqk/s320/2981688.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><strong>Desconheço o autor da belíssima foto</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
“(...) a solidão ainda vai ter de aprender muito para saber o que é isso, Sempre vivi só, mas a solidão não é sermos capazes de fazer companhia a alguém ou a alguma coisa que está dentro de nós, a solidão não é uma árvore no meio duma planície onde só ela esteja, é a distância entre a seiva profunda e a casca, entre a folha e a raiz”. </div><br />
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<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><strong>José Saramago, O ano da morte de Ricardo Reis</strong></span></div>Costurando-Mariashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01675840772542455510noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780874041188236325.post-15074250647130909562010-08-15T13:21:00.003-03:002010-08-15T13:28:52.591-03:00Tecendo as notas do meu canto<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLm_XfGcNKSE4iZWfeE1duhhboA7WTvZEosKx-tk0tbbaxqLZjNRUoHcsCaprDmT_FtW5veIyMTlfFttiCooSExzlr6pryLg1aTHx-Q0y7F43bhlyDoyrub3JNf4k5OJ7GxJxt8Ua2FNE/s1600/43297.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505673164319924994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLm_XfGcNKSE4iZWfeE1duhhboA7WTvZEosKx-tk0tbbaxqLZjNRUoHcsCaprDmT_FtW5veIyMTlfFttiCooSExzlr6pryLg1aTHx-Q0y7F43bhlyDoyrub3JNf4k5OJ7GxJxt8Ua2FNE/s320/43297.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Foto: Gregory Colbert<br /></strong></span></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><em>Para Soninha<br /></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Notas de meu canto e mil segredos;<br />notas de meus prantos,<br />de meus exílios e desterros;<br />de minhas loucuras tantas,<br />de lábios que beijam os olhos da lua;<br />notas de meus encantos,<br />molhadas de vida,<br />cintilantes,<br />floridas,<br />de carne,<br />de pano.<br />Notas tecidas aos pés da serra,<br />no calor da água fria e das gentes.<br />Pluma que voa em busca de corações... </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></em></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></em></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Moisés Augusto Gonçalves<br /></div></span></strong></em></span>Costurando-Mariashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01675840772542455510noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780874041188236325.post-65203731337365750782010-05-06T13:04:00.002-03:002010-08-15T13:29:45.851-03:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip2tXmgAk0g1AknsjauEPQXHcrm0GprmDsn4qLm6br0ppiiNup8ohHrjSX5F9H2H47OswWPWpA3-fOIRo62Kl1yEO3Y7Q1iLDbNdKpZa39M_hhxW9dqs3y-Zv_me2EbRadHW5taVdLKPI/s1600/OgAAAIa82Ekabe6rX4jho-uLskuobadj4uoLk4UFe5-PsHuX9I2n8vqC6iLZcSI0mOFVarQ24LqJYkPfF9jcRoVr9_MAm1T1UA4Z_kPbyMj3Wxjx8BoX2YfwhoW0.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468188649191518642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip2tXmgAk0g1AknsjauEPQXHcrm0GprmDsn4qLm6br0ppiiNup8ohHrjSX5F9H2H47OswWPWpA3-fOIRo62Kl1yEO3Y7Q1iLDbNdKpZa39M_hhxW9dqs3y-Zv_me2EbRadHW5taVdLKPI/s320/OgAAAIa82Ekabe6rX4jho-uLskuobadj4uoLk4UFe5-PsHuX9I2n8vqC6iLZcSI0mOFVarQ24LqJYkPfF9jcRoVr9_MAm1T1UA4Z_kPbyMj3Wxjx8BoX2YfwhoW0.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;">“Há sempre alguém que não vemos nos doando flores. Este pensamento trouxe o infinito para o peito dela e um deixar-se ali onde o humano cresce livre da morte do silêncio. Da morte da partilha. Da morte da solidão. Ela aninha-se na palma da mão da humanidade. O sagrado move-se em suas artérias como nos olhos dos apartados, dos feridos, dos sem céu. Ela aninha-se na respiração profunda das árvores. Caminha junto ao martírio dos cravos. Atravessa os inquebrantáveis em suas verdades. Atravessa os tolerantes entre iguais. Atravessa os catalogadores de seres. Descansa onde o bico do pássaro recolhe a seiva. E flores.</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">” </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"><em></em></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"><em></em></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">(Mundos Invisíveis, por </span></strong><a href="http://maquilirica.blogspot.com/"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Luciana Marinho</span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">)<br /></span></strong></em></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><em><strong>Foto: João Evangelista</strong></em></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><em></em></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><em></div></em></span>Costurando-Mariashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01675840772542455510noreply@blogger.com2