<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285</id><updated>2012-01-26T05:24:18.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cristinamacedo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>406</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-1220216919290044611</id><published>2012-01-26T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T05:24:18.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais um pouquinho de Florbela!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He hum não querer mais que bem querer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;Camões&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Gosto de ti apaixonadamente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;De ti que és a vitória, a salvação,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;De ti que me trouxeste pela mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Até ao brilho desta chama quente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A tua linda voz de água corrente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ensinou-me a cantar...e essa canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Foi ritmo nos meus versos de paixão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Foi graça no meu peito de descrente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bordão a amparar minha cegueira,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Da noite negra o mágico farol,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cravos rubros a arder numa fogueira!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E eu, que era neste mundo uma vencida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ergo a cabeça ao alto, encaro o Sol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;- Águia real, aponta-me a subida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-1220216919290044611?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/1220216919290044611/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2012/01/mais-um-pouquinho-de-florbela.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/1220216919290044611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/1220216919290044611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2012/01/mais-um-pouquinho-de-florbela.html' title='Mais um pouquinho de Florbela!'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-8359121469124358623</id><published>2012-01-24T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T06:09:48.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AMANHÃ, QUARTA, TEM SARAU NO QUARTO, ÀS 19:30HS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jRkIFGbvmoo/Tx67TNnGRoI/AAAAAAAAAhs/0AgFfjZRXbw/s1600/quartadejaneiro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jRkIFGbvmoo/Tx67TNnGRoI/AAAAAAAAAhs/0AgFfjZRXbw/s640/quartadejaneiro.jpg" width="448" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-8359121469124358623?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/8359121469124358623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2012/01/amanha-quarta-tem-sarau-no-quarto-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/8359121469124358623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/8359121469124358623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2012/01/amanha-quarta-tem-sarau-no-quarto-as.html' title='AMANHÃ, QUARTA, TEM SARAU NO QUARTO, ÀS 19:30HS!!!'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jRkIFGbvmoo/Tx67TNnGRoI/AAAAAAAAAhs/0AgFfjZRXbw/s72-c/quartadejaneiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-7603144754513798061</id><published>2012-01-23T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T11:44:43.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FLORBELA ESPANCA, "Livro de Mágoas", 1919.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amiga&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Deixa-me ser a tua amiga, Amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A tua amiga só, já que não queres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que pelo teu amor seja a melhor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A mais triste de todas as mulheres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que só, de ti, me venha mágoa e dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O que me importa a mim?! O que quiseres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É sempre um sonho bom! Seja o que for,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bendito sejas tu por mo dizeres!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Beija-me as mãos, Amor, devagarinho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Como se os dois nascêssemos irmãos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Aves cantando, ao sol, no mesmo ninho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Beija-mas bem!...Que fantasia louca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Guardar assim, fechados, nestas mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Os beijos que sonhei pra minha boca!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RUbA4g_VOjQ/Tx22O4zaSPI/AAAAAAAAAhk/fNKWC0aG6jQ/s1600/Florbela-Espanca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RUbA4g_VOjQ/Tx22O4zaSPI/AAAAAAAAAhk/fNKWC0aG6jQ/s320/Florbela-Espanca.jpg" width="277" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-7603144754513798061?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/7603144754513798061/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2012/01/florbela-espanca-livro-de-magoas-1919.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/7603144754513798061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/7603144754513798061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2012/01/florbela-espanca-livro-de-magoas-1919.html' title='FLORBELA ESPANCA, &quot;Livro de Mágoas&quot;, 1919.'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RUbA4g_VOjQ/Tx22O4zaSPI/AAAAAAAAAhk/fNKWC0aG6jQ/s72-c/Florbela-Espanca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-6541807508701484707</id><published>2012-01-19T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T16:17:41.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fernando Botero</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Começa amanhã, dia 20, a exposição "Dores da Colômbia", de Fernando Botero, no Centro Cultural CEEE Erico Verissimo, com a curadoria do Museu Nacional da Colômbia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;São 67 obras: seis aquarelas, 36 desenhos e 25 pinturas a óleo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; Imperdível coleção deste pintor e escultor colombiano, que é trazida a Porto Alegre por Bradesco Seguros, Aori Produções Culturais e Centro Cultural CEEE Erico Verissimo - Grupo CEEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Horário: Abertura: 20 de janeiro, das 19 às 22h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Exposição: 21 de janeiro a 8 de março &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Terça a sexta, das 10 às 19h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sábado, das 11h às 18h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-6541807508701484707?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/6541807508701484707/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2012/01/fernando-botero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/6541807508701484707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/6541807508701484707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2012/01/fernando-botero.html' title='Fernando Botero'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-3733805478417824820</id><published>2012-01-19T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T08:27:52.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cecília Meireles, em "Dispersos" (1918-1964)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3QHu6aJ9fNg/TxhDUANFaCI/AAAAAAAAAhc/aVGSgOgG_RM/s1600/ceciliameireles2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3QHu6aJ9fNg/TxhDUANFaCI/AAAAAAAAAhc/aVGSgOgG_RM/s1600/ceciliameireles2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MENSAGEM A UM DESCONHECIDO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu bom pensamento longínquo me emociona.&lt;br /&gt;Tu, que apenas me leste,&lt;br /&gt;acreditaste em mim, e me entendeste profundamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso me consola dos que me viram,&lt;br /&gt;a quem mostrei toda a minha alma,&lt;br /&gt;e continuaram ignorantes de tudo que sou,&lt;br /&gt;como se nunca me tivessem encontrado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Fevereiro, 1956&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-3733805478417824820?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/3733805478417824820/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2012/01/cecilia-meireles-em-dispersos-1918-1964.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/3733805478417824820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/3733805478417824820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2012/01/cecilia-meireles-em-dispersos-1918-1964.html' title='Cecília Meireles, em &quot;Dispersos&quot; (1918-1964)'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3QHu6aJ9fNg/TxhDUANFaCI/AAAAAAAAAhc/aVGSgOgG_RM/s72-c/ceciliameireles2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-6943167744552883903</id><published>2012-01-17T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T05:23:29.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARTEMOSFERA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sz_9-GzIMYw/TxV2L4KSnGI/AAAAAAAAAhU/r2nbyJzaiFU/s1600/artemosfera.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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(Editora Movimento, 2011).</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;II - NASCIMENTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;No começo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;um só ponto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;luminoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;no quintal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mal e mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;se percebe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;o que gera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sobre a argila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;busca o grão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;que cintila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sobre o chão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tênue gota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;vacilante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;desse orvalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;que se anima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;e desdobra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;fecundado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;como um óvulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sideral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;e veloz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;multiplica-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;como espiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sob o sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Do conúbio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;dessas bolhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;eriçadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;em espasmos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;- doce orgasmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;das estrelas!,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;brota a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;em espuma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um vagido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;já se escuta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;como canto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;dentre a bruma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não há sangue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;não há ossos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;nem fraturas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;nem destroços.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Por ser lesma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;é nascida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;de si mesma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;com origem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;primordial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É tão virgem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;como a cal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;se expandindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;em bandeja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;mineral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Fogo-fátuo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;luz real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;que rasteja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;vida afora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;repelida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas é vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-255913281426961394?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/255913281426961394/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2012/01/elegia-lesma-do-poeta-gaucho-carlos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/255913281426961394'/><link 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Sempre vale a pena assisti-los!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Wf4FgBmfgs/Tw3MhYEUymI/AAAAAAAAAhE/f4B0oAP6c58/s1600/poets.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Wf4FgBmfgs/Tw3MhYEUymI/AAAAAAAAAhE/f4B0oAP6c58/s400/poets.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-5245687430726926923?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/5245687430726926923/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2012/01/os-poets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/5245687430726926923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/5245687430726926923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2012/01/os-poets.html' title='Os poETs!'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Wf4FgBmfgs/Tw3MhYEUymI/AAAAAAAAAhE/f4B0oAP6c58/s72-c/poets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-4669123196170263367</id><published>2012-01-11T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T08:26:04.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Papaéu e o Ataque dos Clones"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lPCh5eQZNyY/Tw224OSUf6I/AAAAAAAAAg8/3SEcY2L5X5g/s1600/Papa%25C3%25A9u.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lPCh5eQZNyY/Tw224OSUf6I/AAAAAAAAAg8/3SEcY2L5X5g/s400/Papa%25C3%25A9u.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A comédia, protagonizada por Celso Sant'Anna e Eron Dal Molin, fez uma apresentação ontem, e fará a última hoje, dia 11, no Teatro Israelita, às 21hs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Vale a pena conferir e dar boas risadas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-4669123196170263367?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/4669123196170263367/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2012/01/papaeu-e-o-ataque-dos-clones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/4669123196170263367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/4669123196170263367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2012/01/papaeu-e-o-ataque-dos-clones.html' title='&quot;Papaéu e o Ataque dos Clones&quot;'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lPCh5eQZNyY/Tw224OSUf6I/AAAAAAAAAg8/3SEcY2L5X5g/s72-c/Papa%25C3%25A9u.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-7110672715716042075</id><published>2012-01-05T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T05:06:52.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escritores Gaúchos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Palavras de Maria Helena Martins, escritora e doutora em Literatura Comparada, diretora do CELPCYRO, Centro de Estudos de Literatura e Psicanálise Cyro Martins, do qual é diretora. Este texto foi escrito no site www.celpcyro.org.br, na coluna "Escritores Gaúchos".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="1" height="150" style="width: 490px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="451"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Nos facebooks, twitters, blogs, a força criativa da expressão, a   necessidade genuína de comunicar e a noção do que importa mesmo informar  quase sempre se diluem  num fraseado entre o coloquial e o supostamente  espontâneo, apressado. Assim se constitui grande parte do texto  internético, longe do literário,  a anos luz do poético. Há também uma  tendência à infantilização e a um  barateamento das emoções. &amp;nbsp;Mas é  inegável  que estamos diante de uma nova linguagem, forjada nas e pelas  ferramentas  eletrônicas, que não pode ser ignorada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="style11" style="margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;   &amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A vantagem nesse jeito de dizer se encontra no exercício  de  síntese: não há tempo/espaço para mais delongas. Será por aí a  contribuição dos  &amp;nbsp;textos internéticos a escritores do  livro impresso?  Como?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="style11" style="margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Diria que os contos de Cristina Macedo partem  dessa característica,  pelo seu escrito  enxuto. Mas a leveza e concisão se amalgamam numa  narrativa calibrada pela &amp;nbsp;criação de um clima. Sem  arroubos ou desvios,  o texto pega o leitor. E não há tempo para se preparar,  nem espaço  para conjeturas. Num zaz a história acontece, aconteceu. Mais: não  há  condescendência nela, a sutileza fica no trato da linguagem - a   sangue-frio.&amp;nbsp; E esse paradoxo deixa o  leitor à espera de uma  explicação, meio atordoado. De volta ao texto, a ver  onde mesmo teria  se perdido ou deixado escapar um indício, uma alusão. Enfim, a   literatur&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;a dessa autora - com um elã atual  -  traz de volta aquela questão milenar: a arte imita a vida ou a vida  inspira a  arte, por mais absurda e irreal&amp;nbsp;que esta possa parecer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="style11" style="margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="style11" style="margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Gaúcha  morando em Porto Alegre, Cristina Macedo é Mestre em  Literaturas de Língua  Portuguesa, pela UFRGS, com o tema "A Mulher em &lt;em&gt;O Tempo e o Vento&lt;/em&gt;", de Erico Verissimo. Traduziu &lt;em&gt;Ariel&lt;/em&gt;, de Sylvia Plath, juntamente com o  poeta Rodrigo Garcia Lopes(Editora Verus, 2007). Tem contos na antologia &lt;em&gt;Ponto de Partilha I&lt;/em&gt;,  organizada pelos  escritores Valesca de Assis e Rubem Penz.( Editora  Kalligraphos, 2008). Também publicou  contos &amp;nbsp;nas coletâneas &lt;em&gt;Arca de Impurezas (2008) e Arca Profana(2010)(&lt;/em&gt;Território   das Artes Editora). Leciona inglês, traduz poesia e, ultimamente,  dedica-se a  escrever poemas. E anima, desde 2008, o &lt;strong&gt;Sarau  Literário Zona Sul&lt;/strong&gt;, assim como agora o faz em &lt;strong&gt;Quarta tem sarau no Quarto, &lt;/strong&gt;do CCEE Erico Veríssimo&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="style11" style="margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;    &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;    &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;    &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;    &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;    &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;    &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;    &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;    &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;    &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="style11" style="margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;    &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;    &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;    &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;    &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;    &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;   &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt; Maria Helena Martins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="style11" style="margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td width="9"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;                       &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="style11" style="margin-top: 0;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-7110672715716042075?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/7110672715716042075/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2012/01/escritores-gauchos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/7110672715716042075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/7110672715716042075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2012/01/escritores-gauchos.html' title='Escritores Gaúchos'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-1461430773630362250</id><published>2012-01-05T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T04:47:27.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais Hilda, no livro "Do Desejo".</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ver-te. Tocar-te. Que fulgor de máscaras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que desenhos e rictus na tua cara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Como os frisos veementes dos tapetes antigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que sombrio te tornas se repito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O sinuoso caminho que persigo: um desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sem dono, um adorar-te vívido mas livre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E que escura me faço se abocanhas de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Palavras e resíduos. Me vêm fomes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Agonias de grandes espessuras, embaçadas luas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Facas, tempestade. Ver-te. Tocar-te.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cordura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Crueldade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-1461430773630362250?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/1461430773630362250/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2012/01/mais-hilda-no-livro-do-desejo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/1461430773630362250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/1461430773630362250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2012/01/mais-hilda-no-livro-do-desejo.html' title='Mais Hilda, no livro &quot;Do Desejo&quot;.'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-6463027601437748014</id><published>2012-01-01T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T11:41:25.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HILDA HILST, no livro "Júbilo, Memória, Noviciado da Paixão."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PI-V2edAe9E/TwC1IK_zCNI/AAAAAAAAAg0/orI8Ns3AlCw/s1600/hildahilst.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PI-V2edAe9E/TwC1IK_zCNI/AAAAAAAAAg0/orI8Ns3AlCw/s1600/hildahilst.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ÁRIAS PEQUENAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;PARA BANDOLIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ÁRIA ÚNICA, TURBULENTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tépido Túlio, o reino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não é feito para os mornos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Esse reino de amor onde és o rei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Por compulsão e ímpeto do poeta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É feito de loucura, de atração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E não compreende tepidez, mornura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E vícios da aparência, palha, Túlio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tem sido o teu reinado, inconsistência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ou te transformas, rei de fogo e justo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E, a quem merece, dás amor e alento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ou se refaz em ira a minha luxúria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Me desfaço de ti, muito a contento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-6463027601437748014?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/6463027601437748014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2012/01/hilda-hilst-no-livro-jubilo-memoria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/6463027601437748014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/6463027601437748014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2012/01/hilda-hilst-no-livro-jubilo-memoria.html' title='HILDA HILST, no livro &quot;Júbilo, Memória, Noviciado da Paixão.&quot;'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PI-V2edAe9E/TwC1IK_zCNI/AAAAAAAAAg0/orI8Ns3AlCw/s72-c/hildahilst.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-5434900032516112289</id><published>2011-12-31T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T13:33:20.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retrospectiva de saraus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E já que hoje é dia de retrospectivas, tive vontade de contar quantos saraus realizei em 2011:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Fiz 8 edições do SARAU LITERÁRIO ZONA SUL, assim distribuídas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; em março, recebi a escritora Cíntia Moscovich e o psicanalista Abrão Slawutsky para homenagearmos Moacyr Scliar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;- em abril, o sarau foi dedicado a duas jovens escritoras: a poeta Juliana Meira e a cronista Mariana Bertolucci (que, aliás, acabou de receber o prêmio Açorianos 2011, categoria Crônicas, por seu livro "Bailarina sem Breu").&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;- em junho, meu convidado foi o escritor José Antonio Pinheiro Machado, o Anonymus Gourmet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;- no mês de agosto foi a vez de homenagear Mario Quintana, com a atriz Deborah Finocchiaro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;- em setembro, recebi vários poetas gaúchos, para celebrarmos os 2 anos do Iaiá Bistrô, onde realizo os saraus da zona sul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;- o SARAU LITERÁRIO ZONA SUL, em outubro, foi participar do festival PORTO POESIA. Lá, fiz a 32ª edição do sarau, dialogando com o poeta e músico Ricardo Silvestrin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;- ainda em outubro, apresentei o sarau na FEIRA DO LIVRO de Porto Alegre, com o tema "O Suspense na Poesia", tendo recebido o poeta Renato de Mattos Motta para me ajudar na leitura de vários poetas, como Edgar Allan Poe, Lovecraft, Wislawa Szymborska, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;- em novembro, realizei a última edição do ano do SARAU LITERÁRIO ZONA SUL, fechando 34 edições, quando recebi o poeta José Eduardo Degrazia para lermos sonetos de seu livro "A Flor Fugaz".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;No projeto QUARTA TEM SARAU NO QUARTO, fiz 6 saraus AOS MESTRES COM CARINHO,&amp;nbsp; parceria com o Centro Cultural CEEE Erico Verissimo. Os mestres homenageados foram Mario Benedetti, Hilda Hilst, Pablo Neruda, Élvio Vargas, José Eduardo Degrazia e Carlos Drummond de Andrade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Foram 14 saraus feitos só por mim, sem contar participações em mais 4 saraus no CCCEV, coletivamente, e como convidada em mais 4 ou 5 saraus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ou seja, o saldo é de um total de 22 ou 23 saraus realizados em 2011. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Em março de 2012,&amp;nbsp; deverá acontecer a 35ª edição do SARAU LITERÁRIO ZONA SUL e "la nave va"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-5434900032516112289?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/5434900032516112289/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/12/retrospectiva-de-saraus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/5434900032516112289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/5434900032516112289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/12/retrospectiva-de-saraus.html' title='Retrospectiva de saraus.'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-8964136668604778435</id><published>2011-12-29T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T08:57:41.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema de Élvio Vargas</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RowuycuES7U/TvyayGrRltI/AAAAAAAAAgo/48M1T2g8V5E/s1600/%25C3%25A9lvio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RowuycuES7U/TvyayGrRltI/AAAAAAAAAgo/48M1T2g8V5E/s1600/%25C3%25A9lvio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poeta alegretense Élvio Vargas &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;CENA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que perdemos&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;já não era mais nosso.&lt;br /&gt;O que ganhamos&lt;br /&gt;é parte da loteria&lt;br /&gt;onde somos proprietários&lt;br /&gt;de todos os números.&lt;br /&gt;E aquilo que ainda virá&lt;br /&gt;são as imagens gravadas&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;no filme onde as revelações&lt;br /&gt;são exclusivas para nosso roteiro&lt;br /&gt;e nunca mais serão exibidas.&lt;br /&gt;Pertencem ao inédito espólio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;                                       de nossas próprias cenas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-8964136668604778435?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/8964136668604778435/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/12/poema-de-elvio-vargas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/8964136668604778435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/8964136668604778435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/12/poema-de-elvio-vargas.html' title='Poema de Élvio Vargas'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RowuycuES7U/TvyayGrRltI/AAAAAAAAAgo/48M1T2g8V5E/s72-c/%25C3%25A9lvio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-6012741245603727935</id><published>2011-12-27T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T09:00:56.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carlos Drummond de Andrade, no livro "O amor natural".</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oTcoeM5v3Xw/Tvn5KNmeX-I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/bNAMba2j5AY/s1600/drummond.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oTcoeM5v3Xw/Tvn5KNmeX-I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/bNAMba2j5AY/s320/drummond.jpg" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Em teu crespo jardim, anêmonas castanhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;detêm a mão ansiosa: Devagar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cada pétala ou sépala seja lentamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;acariciada, céu; e a vista pouse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;beijo abstrato, antes do beijo ritual,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;na flora pubescente, amor; e tudo é sagrado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-6012741245603727935?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/6012741245603727935/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/12/carlos-drummond-de-andrade-no-livro-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/6012741245603727935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/6012741245603727935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/12/carlos-drummond-de-andrade-no-livro-o.html' title='Carlos Drummond de Andrade, no livro &quot;O amor natural&quot;.'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oTcoeM5v3Xw/Tvn5KNmeX-I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/bNAMba2j5AY/s72-c/drummond.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-2646537894410949573</id><published>2011-12-22T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T04:31:50.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Em tempos de Natal, Vinicius de Moraes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SPtIFkC_Pgg/TvMhZXede_I/AAAAAAAAAgE/Y5Bq6b0ffzU/s1600/vin%25C3%25ADcius.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SPtIFkC_Pgg/TvMhZXede_I/AAAAAAAAAgE/Y5Bq6b0ffzU/s1600/vin%25C3%25ADcius.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Poema de Natal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Para isso fomos feitos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Para lembrar e ser lembrados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Para chorar e fazer chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Para enterrar os nossos mortos -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Por isso temos braços longos para os adeuses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mãos para cavar a terra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Assim será a nossa vida:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Uma tarde sempre a esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Uma estrela a se apagar na treva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um caminho entre dois túmulos -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Por isso precisamos velar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Falar baixo, pisar leve, ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A noite dormir em silêncio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não há muito que dizer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Uma canção sobre um berço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um verso, talvez, de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Uma prece por quem se vai -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas que essa hora não esqueça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E por ela os nossos corações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Se deixem, graves e simples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pois para isso fomos feitos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Para a esperança no milagre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Para a participação da poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Para ver a face da morte -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;De repente nunca mais esperaremos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hoje a noite é jovem; da morte, apenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nascemos, imensamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-2646537894410949573?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/2646537894410949573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/12/em-tempos-de-natal-vinicius-de-moraes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/2646537894410949573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/2646537894410949573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/12/em-tempos-de-natal-vinicius-de-moraes.html' title='Em tempos de Natal, Vinicius de Moraes.'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SPtIFkC_Pgg/TvMhZXede_I/AAAAAAAAAgE/Y5Bq6b0ffzU/s72-c/vin%25C3%25ADcius.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-3151323915755376890</id><published>2011-12-18T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T14:02:04.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lau Siqueira, na coleção "Instante Estante", Castelinho Edições.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;razão&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;nenhuma&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tq4PqbBj48w/Tu5iFob1jOI/AAAAAAAAAfw/WbJbs5SQX3o/s1600/lausiqueira.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tq4PqbBj48w/Tu5iFob1jOI/AAAAAAAAAfw/WbJbs5SQX3o/s1600/lausiqueira.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;poeta gaúcho Lau Siqueira &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;o que escrevo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;é apenas parte&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;do que sinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;a outra parte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;finjo que minto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;e acredito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-3151323915755376890?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/3151323915755376890/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/12/lau-siqueira-na-colecao-instante.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/3151323915755376890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/3151323915755376890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/12/lau-siqueira-na-colecao-instante.html' title='Lau Siqueira, na coleção &quot;Instante Estante&quot;, Castelinho Edições.'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tq4PqbBj48w/Tu5iFob1jOI/AAAAAAAAAfw/WbJbs5SQX3o/s72-c/lausiqueira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-2953094880290556024</id><published>2011-12-16T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T05:06:47.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOJE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KrYq-SlIaqQ/TutCINkITpI/AAAAAAAAAfo/v7E6sFDnmEk/s1600/arqueologiaurbana2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KrYq-SlIaqQ/TutCINkITpI/AAAAAAAAAfo/v7E6sFDnmEk/s400/arqueologiaurbana2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-2953094880290556024?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/2953094880290556024/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/12/hoje.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/2953094880290556024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/2953094880290556024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/12/hoje.html' title='HOJE!!!'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KrYq-SlIaqQ/TutCINkITpI/AAAAAAAAAfo/v7E6sFDnmEk/s72-c/arqueologiaurbana2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-9080773146216723127</id><published>2011-12-15T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T12:23:27.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romar Beling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Noites em Chamas" é o livro de estreia de Romar Beling na poesia. O livro foi lançado este ano, pela Editora Gazeta, de Santa Cruz do Sul. Romar nasceu no interior de Agudo, na localidade de Linha dos Pomeranos, e vive em Santa Cruz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;De sua autoria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jXlAcW0ac8E/TupVVl_L5LI/AAAAAAAAAfg/6BHx2twUcYc/s1600/romarbeling.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jXlAcW0ac8E/TupVVl_L5LI/AAAAAAAAAfg/6BHx2twUcYc/s1600/romarbeling.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;via-láctea&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;espalhas tuas cores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;sobre a mesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;e a noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;em festa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;explode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;os delírios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;na casa do amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;espalhas teus cheiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sobre a colcha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;e a noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;em transe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;exulta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;em suspiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;na fonte do sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;espalhas teu mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sobre as flores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;e a noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;em pátios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;oculta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;fagulhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;e fomes de abelha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;espalhas teu azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sobre o azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;e a noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;em nuanças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;azula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;um segredo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;na fímbria da manhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;espalhas teu futuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sobre o futuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;e o tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;em gotinhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;goteja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;mandalas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;uma chuva de céus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-9080773146216723127?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/9080773146216723127/comments/default' title='Postar 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jXlAcW0ac8E/TupVVl_L5LI/AAAAAAAAAfg/6BHx2twUcYc/s72-c/romarbeling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-3546695316303738854</id><published>2011-12-13T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T15:06:09.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Açorianos de Literatura!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Foi realizada ontem, dia 12, a cerimônia de premiação dos escritores que concorriam ao Açorianos de Literatura 2011. Bela festa do livro, no Teatro Renascença, quando "Diáfana", de literatura&amp;nbsp; infantil, autoria de&amp;nbsp; Celso Sisto, foi escolhido Livro do Ano. O músico Humberto Gessinger, com seu senso de humor e boa música, deu um toque especial à entrega dos troféus. Moacyr Scliar, falecido em fevereiro de 2011, foi homenageado em vídeo projetado no palco. Parabéns aos vencedores do Açorianos de Literatura 2011, bem como a todos os finalistas, incluído aí meu amigo e grande poeta Paulo Roberto do Carmo, que concorreu ao Açorianos de Poesia, com o livro "Os Códigos da Alegria", Território das Artes Editora. (Um poema do livro, abaixo). Um abraço, Do Carmo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARTE DE DEVORAR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E a fome dessa natureza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;é arte de devorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;tudo o que ama,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ouro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;pão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;palavra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;cão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ou por todos eles ser devorado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E o tempo dessa natureza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;é pouco para as palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;quando se escreve o nome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;das coisas, porque tudo se dissipa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;no cortejo dos ventos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-3546695316303738854?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/3546695316303738854/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/12/acorianos-de-literatura.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/3546695316303738854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/3546695316303738854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/12/acorianos-de-literatura.html' title='Açorianos de Literatura!'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-653353994099590389</id><published>2011-12-12T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T12:06:16.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Noturnos e outros poemas", de Idea Vilariño.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e32NVuA2Vro/TuZcq2CF6zI/AAAAAAAAAfY/WfTC13YLWNo/s1600/Idea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e32NVuA2Vro/TuZcq2CF6zI/AAAAAAAAAfY/WfTC13YLWNo/s1600/Idea.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;POEMAS DE AMOR (1957)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A Juan Carlos Onetti&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LA NOCHE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;La noche no era el sueño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;era su boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;era su hermoso cuerpo despojado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;de sus gestos inútiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;era su cara pálida mirándome en la sombra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;La noche era su boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;su fuerza y su pasión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;era sus ojos serios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;esas piedras de sombra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;cayéndose em mis ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;y era su amor en mí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;invadiendo tan lenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;tan misteriosamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-653353994099590389?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/653353994099590389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/12/noturnos-e-outros-poemas-de-idea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/653353994099590389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/653353994099590389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/12/noturnos-e-outros-poemas-de-idea.html' title='&quot;Noturnos e outros poemas&quot;, de Idea Vilariño.'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e32NVuA2Vro/TuZcq2CF6zI/AAAAAAAAAfY/WfTC13YLWNo/s72-c/Idea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-39260109265650647</id><published>2011-12-11T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T15:24:45.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feira do autor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Estarei autografando amanhã, dia 12, no Mercado Público, no evento Feira do Autor, criado pelo poeta Gilberto Wallace. O evento faz parte do projeto Natal Verde, da Prefeitura Municipal de Porto Alegre. Vou autografar os livros "Arca de Impurezas" e "Arca Profana", lançados em 2008 e 2010, respectivamente, pela Território das Artes Editora. São livros de vários autores, e participo deles como contista. Vou ler poesia também, no sarau poético-musical que vai acontecer por lá. Das 11 às 18hs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-39260109265650647?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/39260109265650647/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/12/feira-do-autor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/39260109265650647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/39260109265650647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/12/feira-do-autor.html' title='Feira do autor!'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-1790180682831096417</id><published>2011-12-09T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T16:09:48.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Show de Raul Ellwanger, terça, dia 13!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="9"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="7" cellspacing="0" height="430"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-left: 1px solid #EBE9E4;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div style="align: left; margin-right: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYQvCrmJ8x0/TuKV9afEZbI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/iJcNMHz4dh0/s1600/raul.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYQvCrmJ8x0/TuKV9afEZbI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/iJcNMHz4dh0/s1600/raul.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;TERÇAS  INCÂMARA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;DIA  13 DE DEZEMBRO, ÀS 20HS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;SHOW  MUSICAL: &amp;nbsp;RAUL ELLWANGER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;TEATRO  GLÊNIO PERES – CÂMARA MUNICIPAL DE VEREADORES DE PORTO ALEGRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;AV.  LOUREIRO DA&amp;nbsp; SILVA, 255 – 2ºANDAR&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;ENTRADA  FRANCA – CLASSIFICAÇÃO: LIVRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;ESTACIONAMENTO  GRATUITO E COM SEGURANÇA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 150%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;RAUL ELLWANGER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Compositor, letrista, arranjador e  cantor, natural de Porto Alegre, RS, tem dez discos gravados e canções  registradas por importantes intérpretes, como Elis Regina, Beth Carvalho,  Mercedes Sosa, Eraci Rocha, Muni, Renato Borghetti, Hector&amp;nbsp; Numa Moraes, Leon Gieco. Seus discos,  lançados no&amp;nbsp; Brasil, Argentina e  Estados Unidos, contém significativas parcerias com Paulinho Tapajós, Ferreira  Gullar, Jeronimo Jardim, Vicente Barreto, Mário Quintana, além de versões de  Pablo Milanês,&amp;nbsp; Leon Gieco, Alfredo  Zitarrosa.&amp;nbsp; Sua toada&amp;nbsp; “Pealo de Sangue”&amp;nbsp; foi eleita em votação popular uma das 10  mais importantes da música sul-rio-grandense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Participou de importantes mostras e  festivais em Montevideo e La Paz (Uruguai), Porto Alegre, Rio de Janeiro e  Uruguaiana (Brasil), Buenos Aires e Paraná, Festival do Bicentenário 2010  (Argentina), Assunción (Paraguai), Varadero (Cuba), Paris (França), Utrecht  (Holanda), Lisboa (Portugal)&amp;nbsp; e  coletivas de solidariedade democrática em diversos países da América Latina. Foi  dirigente e fundador da Cooperativa dos Músicos de P. Alegre (anos ’80), da  Frente Gaúcha da MPB (anos ‘60), sendo nos anos&amp;nbsp; ’80&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Coordenador de Música  Popular da Secretaria de Cultura do Rio Grande do Sul, onde criou o festival  internacional LatinoMúsica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Em 2010 apresentou seu novo disco  “Cabeça, Corpo, Coração”, com arranjos próprios e participação de Mônica Tomasi,  Cristóvão Bastos, Verônica Condomí,&amp;nbsp;  Jota Moraes, Bethy Krieger, Gabriel Rivano, Luizinho Santos, entre  outros.&amp;nbsp; Em 2011, lançou “País da  Liberdade”, com versões de 12 canções de León Gieco e participação de Renato  Teixeira, Telmo Jaconi, Paulinho Cardoso, Fernando Galimany, Luis Gurevich,  Santiago Ellwanger e do próprio León Gieco em harmônica e voz.&amp;nbsp; Há 10 anos&amp;nbsp; vive entre Porto Alegre e a Praia do  Rosa, SC, sempre compondo suas canções de influência latinoamericanista e  temática ecológica, romântica e de protesto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mais infos: &lt;a href="http://www.raulellwanger.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;www.raulellwanger.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Vamos lá. Vai valer a pena!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="sw"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" bgcolor="#ffffff" id="banner" style="width: 120px;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-1790180682831096417?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/1790180682831096417/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/12/tercas-incamara-dia-13-de-dezembro-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/1790180682831096417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/1790180682831096417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/12/tercas-incamara-dia-13-de-dezembro-as.html' title='Show de Raul Ellwanger, terça, dia 13!'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYQvCrmJ8x0/TuKV9afEZbI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/iJcNMHz4dh0/s72-c/raul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-4706189904963033442</id><published>2011-12-08T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T07:25:08.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotos do sarau QUARTA A QUATRO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O sarau foi realizado ontem, dia 7, no Centro Cultural CEEE Erico Verissimo. Mais notícias no blog: cccev.blogspot.com As fotos são do jornalista Paulo Camargo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vPGkn4TNEo/TuDVe8jQ6dI/AAAAAAAAAe4/sOMM4FfaQvM/s1600/daniaquatro.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vPGkn4TNEo/TuDVe8jQ6dI/AAAAAAAAAe4/sOMM4FfaQvM/s1600/daniaquatro.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daniela Damaris&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CJdXTGls8SQ/TuDVGkJdr_I/AAAAAAAAAew/k0v_G2iuvcA/s1600/ang%25C3%25A9licaaquatro.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hKYSeOYbzOo/TuCGZ0VXtxI/AAAAAAAAAeo/m0J1i6DJVt0/s1600/sarauwallace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hKYSeOYbzOo/TuCGZ0VXtxI/AAAAAAAAAeo/m0J1i6DJVt0/s400/sarauwallace.jpg" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O poeta Gilberto Wallace estará comandando seu último sarau de 2011, hoje, às 20hs, no Hotel Everest. Vou participar, com muito prazer, lendo poemas de "Ariel", de Sylvia Plath, no original. Rodrigo Garcia Lopes e eu traduzimos o livro, que foi publicado em 2007, pela Verus Editora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-705638855557424368?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/705638855557424368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/12/hoje-tem-mais-sarau.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/705638855557424368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/705638855557424368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/12/hoje-tem-mais-sarau.html' title='Hoje tem mais sarau!'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hKYSeOYbzOo/TuCGZ0VXtxI/AAAAAAAAAeo/m0J1i6DJVt0/s72-c/sarauwallace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-3317301776804457321</id><published>2011-12-05T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T08:21:04.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarau coletivo especial de fim de ano!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nPl0gshqIU8/TtzvP-VDp2I/AAAAAAAAAeg/I95H1UsIxAk/s1600/saraunoquartoespecialdezembro.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nPl0gshqIU8/TtzvP-VDp2I/AAAAAAAAAeg/I95H1UsIxAk/s640/saraunoquartoespecialdezembro.JPG" width="451" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-3317301776804457321?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/3317301776804457321/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/12/sarau-coletivo-especial-de-fim-de-ano.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/3317301776804457321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/3317301776804457321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/12/sarau-coletivo-especial-de-fim-de-ano.html' title='Sarau coletivo especial de fim de ano!'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nPl0gshqIU8/TtzvP-VDp2I/AAAAAAAAAeg/I95H1UsIxAk/s72-c/saraunoquartoespecialdezembro.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-6198567191950226683</id><published>2011-12-03T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T03:49:50.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilda Hilst, no livro "Do Desejo".</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Porque há desejo em mim, é tudo cintilância.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Antes, o cotidiano era um pensar alturas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Buscando Aquele Outro decantado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8FhpHAbjekg/TtoLNs492dI/AAAAAAAAAeY/eD7ps38Z-_8/s1600/hildahilst.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8FhpHAbjekg/TtoLNs492dI/AAAAAAAAAeY/eD7ps38Z-_8/s200/hildahilst.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Surdo à minha humana ladradura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Visgo e suor, pois nunca se faziam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hoje, de carne e osso, laborioso, lascivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tomas-me o corpo. E que descanso me dás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Depois das lidas. Sonhei penhascos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Quando havia o jardim aqui ao lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pensei subidas onde não havia rastros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Extasiada, fodo contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ao invés de ganir diante do Nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-6198567191950226683?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/6198567191950226683/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/12/hilda-hilst-no-livro-do-desejo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/6198567191950226683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/6198567191950226683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/12/hilda-hilst-no-livro-do-desejo.html' title='Hilda Hilst, no livro &quot;Do Desejo&quot;.'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8FhpHAbjekg/TtoLNs492dI/AAAAAAAAAeY/eD7ps38Z-_8/s72-c/hildahilst.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-4628248323809155064</id><published>2011-11-30T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T16:53:45.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda e sempre, Drummond!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OkmgimC8CcU/TtbNCH4sG6I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/6UHE0k51vmg/s1600/drummond.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OkmgimC8CcU/TtbNCH4sG6I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/6UHE0k51vmg/s320/drummond.jpg" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Do livro "O Amor Natural", o poema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mimosa Boca Errante&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mimosa boca errante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;à superfície até achar o ponto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;em que te apraz colher o fruto em fogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;que não será comido mas fruído&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;até se lhe esgotar o sumo cálido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;e ele deixar-te, ou o deixares, flácido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;mas rorejando a baba de delícias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;que fruto e boca se permitem, dádiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Boca mimosa e sábia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;impaciente de sugar e clausurar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;inteiro, em ti, o talo rígido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;mas varado de gozo ao confinar-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;no limitado espaço que ofereces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;a seu volume e jato apaixonados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;como podes tornar-te, assim aberta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;recurvo céu infindo e sepultura?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mimosa boca e santa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;que devagar vais desfolhando a líquida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;espuma do prazer em rito mudo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;lenta-lambente-lambilusamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ligada à forma ereta qual se fossem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;a boca o próprio fruto, e o fruto a boca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;oh chega, chega, chega de beber-me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;de matar-me, e, na morte, de viver-me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Já sei a eternidade: é puro orgasmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-4628248323809155064?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/4628248323809155064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/11/ainda-e-sempre-drummond.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/4628248323809155064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/4628248323809155064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/11/ainda-e-sempre-drummond.html' title='Ainda e sempre, Drummond!'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OkmgimC8CcU/TtbNCH4sG6I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/6UHE0k51vmg/s72-c/drummond.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-8007238202255074685</id><published>2011-11-29T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T02:37:46.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Copo de Violetas"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Belo poema do mais recente livro de Berenice Sica Lamas, "Copo de Violetas".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;dor indizível do mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;conecta-se ao bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;o destrutivo em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;fere o outro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; me queima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; me arde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;duas faces de Janus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sombra saber arcaico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; no céu de baunilha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; réstia de sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;murmúrios do pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; córregos da sensação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;insano desamparo me toma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;dor gritada, silenciada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;transformo a palavra oracular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;em criação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; e desperto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-8007238202255074685?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/8007238202255074685/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/11/copo-de-violetas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/8007238202255074685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/8007238202255074685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/11/copo-de-violetas.html' title='&quot;Copo de Violetas&quot;'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-679752614099068977</id><published>2011-11-25T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T16:09:16.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leituras de Mundo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Adorei participar do encontro "Leituras de Mundo", ontem, dia 24, em Santa Cruz do Sul. O poeta Romar Beling, idealizador do evento, foi um excelente anfitrião. Na livraria Iluminura, conversamos sobre poesia, arte, livros, literatura e muito mais, enquanto tomávamos um bom café. Aconteceu, inclusive, a criação de um poema coletivo. Élvio Vargas foi o poeta homenageado do encontro.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Na foto abaixo, eu, Romar Beling, Georgia Stella, Élvio Vargas, Renato de Mattos Motta, Marcio Scheibler, Daniela Damaris e Claudete Radünz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_W0IzqyuFQw/TtAsPEOYWwI/AAAAAAAAAeA/LHCpUtAYnnE/s1600/santacruz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_W0IzqyuFQw/TtAsPEOYWwI/AAAAAAAAAeA/LHCpUtAYnnE/s400/santacruz.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-679752614099068977?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/679752614099068977/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/11/leituras-de-mundo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/679752614099068977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/679752614099068977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/11/leituras-de-mundo.html' title='Leituras de Mundo!'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_W0IzqyuFQw/TtAsPEOYWwI/AAAAAAAAAeA/LHCpUtAYnnE/s72-c/santacruz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-6479055539211295606</id><published>2011-11-24T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T02:34:33.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carlos Drummond de Andrade, no livro "O amor natural".</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O chão é cama&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O chão é cama para o amor urgente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;amor que não espera ir para a cama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sobre tapete ou duro piso, a gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;compõe de corpo e corpo a úmida trama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E para repousar do amor, vamos à cama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-6479055539211295606?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/6479055539211295606/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-7055886834091371616</id><published>2011-11-23T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T14:05:33.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotos da 34ª edição do SARAU LITERÁRIO ZONA SUL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O sarau aconteceu ontem, dia 22, no Iaiá Bistrô. Fotos do jornalista e escritor Adroaldo Bauer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ujJorqsZp3Q/Ts1s02QyecI/AAAAAAAAAdo/4Uz9zU5Hx0Y/s1600/Sarau%252BDegrazia%252B1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ujJorqsZp3Q/Ts1s02QyecI/AAAAAAAAAdo/4Uz9zU5Hx0Y/s320/Sarau%252BDegrazia%252B1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cantora Walkíria Rosa, poeta José Eduardo Degrazia, eu e o violonista Vítor Lobato&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v4p9AQnNN0Y/Ts1s9IXo9oI/AAAAAAAAAdw/Y8I5ed2xJ-4/s1600/SarauDegrazia2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v4p9AQnNN0Y/Ts1s9IXo9oI/AAAAAAAAAdw/Y8I5ed2xJ-4/s320/SarauDegrazia2.jpg" width="309" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Degrazia e eu&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ipEVTSqpdp0/Ts1tHuvjEtI/AAAAAAAAAd4/M_L2SMZPzDU/s1600/SarauDegrazia3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ipEVTSqpdp0/Ts1tHuvjEtI/AAAAAAAAAd4/M_L2SMZPzDU/s320/SarauDegrazia3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;O público ouvindo os sonetos de J.E. Degrazia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-7055886834091371616?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/7055886834091371616/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/11/fotos-da-34-edicao-do-sarau-literario.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/7055886834091371616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/7055886834091371616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/11/fotos-da-34-edicao-do-sarau-literario.html' title='Fotos da 34ª edição do SARAU LITERÁRIO ZONA SUL!'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ujJorqsZp3Q/Ts1s02QyecI/AAAAAAAAAdo/4Uz9zU5Hx0Y/s72-c/Sarau%252BDegrazia%252B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-8496101923018429033</id><published>2011-11-21T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T16:46:16.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soneto de José Eduardo Degrazia, no livro A FLOR FUGAZ.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luz mediterrânea&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Na tua pele qual densa primavera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;plantei as flores de um desejo terno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;nasceu jardim à beira da cratera,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-haz7RuhpzqQ/TsrtgZqOiGI/AAAAAAAAAdg/qh8jJePscBU/s1600/degraziaeeunoceee8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-haz7RuhpzqQ/TsrtgZqOiGI/AAAAAAAAAdg/qh8jJePscBU/s200/degraziaeeunoceee8.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;vulcão de amor que se queria eterno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;És taça de cristal com vinho tinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;quando me beijas com tua boca rubra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;bebes no cálice em abandono, o absinto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;mediterrânea luz que nos descubra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E ris alegre e louca em desatino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sendo eu ditoso amante em meu destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;de recriar em ti - do gozo - a realeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Despes o seio raro de princesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;e eu beijo o teu colo alabastrino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;bebo no teu seio o vinho purpurino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Este é um dos sonetos que leremos amanhã, no SARAU LITERÁRIO ZONA SUL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-8496101923018429033?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/8496101923018429033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/11/soneto-de-jose-eduardo-degrazia-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/8496101923018429033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/8496101923018429033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/11/soneto-de-jose-eduardo-degrazia-no.html' title='Soneto de José Eduardo Degrazia, no livro A FLOR FUGAZ.'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-haz7RuhpzqQ/TsrtgZqOiGI/AAAAAAAAAdg/qh8jJePscBU/s72-c/degraziaeeunoceee8.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-1861566343208961598</id><published>2011-11-21T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T08:52:32.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanhã, dia 22, última edição do SARAU LITERÁRIO ZONA SUL de 2011!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Muito bom o sarau AOS MESTRES COM CARINHO, ontem, homenageando Drummond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Especial agradecimento a Adroaldo Bauer, escritor, poeta e jornalista, que aceitou compartilhar comigo a leitura dos poemas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Obrigada também pela participação de Iara Irrigaray, dos poetas Daniela Damaris, Renato de Mattos Motta,Themis Groisman&amp;nbsp; e Wladimir Cunha Santos, que também leram Drummond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Especial referência ao desempenho de Themis, que declamou&amp;nbsp; belamente JOSÉ, sem ler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Fotos do sarau, tiradas por Paulo Camargo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8GbtEypVvNI/TsUk8tNh1xI/AAAAAAAAAdA/HcPZTFTqBt8/s1600/adroaldoeeu1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8GbtEypVvNI/TsUk8tNh1xI/AAAAAAAAAdA/HcPZTFTqBt8/s1600/adroaldoeeu1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Escritor Adroaldo Bauer e eu&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ik8maZD70go/TsUk-309M7I/AAAAAAAAAdI/o_6Pog4nSxw/s1600/adroaldoeeu2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ik8maZD70go/TsUk-309M7I/AAAAAAAAAdI/o_6Pog4nSxw/s1600/adroaldoeeu2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;O público no sarau&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5DvXu0AVcAA/TsUlCHtWLnI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/sS-LvVkL6Gs/s1600/adroaldoeeu3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5DvXu0AVcAA/TsUlCHtWLnI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/sS-LvVkL6Gs/s1600/adroaldoeeu3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu, drummondiando!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-9213713555080135776?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/9213713555080135776/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-sarau-de-ontem-16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/9213713555080135776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/9213713555080135776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-sarau-de-ontem-16.html' title='O sarau de ontem ,16!'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8GbtEypVvNI/TsUk8tNh1xI/AAAAAAAAAdA/HcPZTFTqBt8/s72-c/adroaldoeeu1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-2395639188789561377</id><published>2011-11-17T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T07:30:10.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tem mais sarau hoje, QUARTA (quinta) no QUARTO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rUQX2VsuQ6c/TsTXDgyKDsI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Rlc-LBNQZ5I/s1600/serguilharenatocris.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rUQX2VsuQ6c/TsTXDgyKDsI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Rlc-LBNQZ5I/s640/serguilharenatocris.JPG" width="451" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-2395639188789561377?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/2395639188789561377/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/11/tem-mais-sarau-hoje-quarta-no-quarto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/2395639188789561377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/2395639188789561377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/11/tem-mais-sarau-hoje-quarta-no-quarto.html' title='Tem mais sarau hoje, QUARTA (quinta) no QUARTO!'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rUQX2VsuQ6c/TsTXDgyKDsI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Rlc-LBNQZ5I/s72-c/serguilharenatocris.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-6493829476118478911</id><published>2011-11-16T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T02:38:01.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje, quarta, tem SARAU NO QUARTO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Às 19hs, no Centro Cultural CEEE Erico Verissimo, farei uma homenagem a Carlos Drummond de Andrade, com leitura de poemas. Meu convidado, para me ajudar na leitura, é o escritor Adroaldo Bauer. O público vai participar, levando seus poemas preferidos do grande poeta mineiro. O convite está um pouco mais abaixo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Espiem lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-6493829476118478911?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/6493829476118478911/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/11/hoje-quarta-tem-sarau-no-quarto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/6493829476118478911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/6493829476118478911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/11/hoje-quarta-tem-sarau-no-quarto.html' title='Hoje, quarta, tem SARAU NO QUARTO!'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-663479763744358057</id><published>2011-11-14T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T12:27:06.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carlos Drummond de Andrade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um dos poemas eróticos de Drummond, do livro "O Amor Natural".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sob o chuveiro amar, sabão e beijos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ou na banheira amar, de água vestidos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;amor escorregante, foge, prende-se,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;torna a fugir, água nos olhos, bocas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;dança, navegação, mergulho, chuva,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;essa espuma nos ventres, a brancura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;triangular do sexo - é água, esperma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;é amor se esvaindo, ou nos tornamos fonte?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-663479763744358057?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/663479763744358057/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/11/carlos-drummond-de-andrade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/663479763744358057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/663479763744358057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/11/carlos-drummond-de-andrade.html' title='Carlos Drummond de Andrade'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-8179694850519081093</id><published>2011-11-14T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T02:44:12.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>34ª edição do SARAU LITERÁRIO ZONA SUL, dia 22, às 19:30hs, no Iaiá Bistrô.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Última edição do ano. Depois desta, o sarau volta em março de 2012. Aproveitem! Participem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sdr_xmJbhvA/TsDwiuRhKyI/AAAAAAAAAcw/fQbJGEvzQEQ/s1600/sarauliter%25C3%25A1riozonasul34.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="157" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sdr_xmJbhvA/TsDwiuRhKyI/AAAAAAAAAcw/fQbJGEvzQEQ/s400/sarauliter%25C3%25A1riozonasul34.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-8179694850519081093?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/8179694850519081093/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/11/34-edicao-do-sarau-literario-zona-sul.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/8179694850519081093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/8179694850519081093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/11/34-edicao-do-sarau-literario-zona-sul.html' title='34ª edição do SARAU LITERÁRIO ZONA SUL, dia 22, às 19:30hs, no Iaiá Bistrô.'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sdr_xmJbhvA/TsDwiuRhKyI/AAAAAAAAAcw/fQbJGEvzQEQ/s72-c/sarauliter%25C3%25A1riozonasul34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-7549553119647408628</id><published>2011-11-11T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T09:24:32.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarta, dia 16!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uzUekL5wAHs/Tr1aCnQxPNI/AAAAAAAAAco/oZUMNrojah0/s1600/quartanoquarto6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uzUekL5wAHs/Tr1aCnQxPNI/AAAAAAAAAco/oZUMNrojah0/s640/quartanoquarto6.jpg" width="452" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-7549553119647408628?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/7549553119647408628/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/11/quarta-dia-16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/7549553119647408628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/7549553119647408628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/11/quarta-dia-16.html' title='Quarta, dia 16!'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uzUekL5wAHs/Tr1aCnQxPNI/AAAAAAAAAco/oZUMNrojah0/s72-c/quartanoquarto6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-8434562326593783841</id><published>2011-11-09T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T03:47:37.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sérgio Rojas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Delícia de show de Sérgio Rojas, "Com um pé no Prata". Repertório em espanhol, mostrando influências, sons e ritmos da música latina. Fico aguardando o DVD, que será feito a partir do show de ontem à noite, no Teatro Renascença.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AQgIDUdPTkM/Trpn6Tcc-EI/AAAAAAAAAcg/W-m2qPfNr2Q/s1600/sergiorojas.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AQgIDUdPTkM/Trpn6Tcc-EI/AAAAAAAAAcg/W-m2qPfNr2Q/s400/sergiorojas.JPG" width="277" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-8434562326593783841?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/8434562326593783841/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/11/sergio-rojas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/8434562326593783841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/8434562326593783841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/11/sergio-rojas.html' title='Sérgio Rojas'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AQgIDUdPTkM/Trpn6Tcc-EI/AAAAAAAAAcg/W-m2qPfNr2Q/s72-c/sergiorojas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-769994205684730030</id><published>2011-11-08T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T08:57:09.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>José Eduardo Degrazia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1e3O7OZCAZA/Trle5BwV9nI/AAAAAAAAAcY/SRTeMuP3Ja0/s1600/lan%25C3%25A7amentodegrazia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O poeta lança novo livro hoje à tardinha, na Feira, às 18:30hs, no Pavilhão de Autógrafos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Palavras de Degrazia: "CORPO DO BRASIL é um livro de poemas que procura entender o Brasil, sua cultura, sua história. Permanente, de cunho modernista. Através da minha vida e viagens, relaciona acontecimentos históricos e geográficos".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Convite abaixo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1e3O7OZCAZA/Trle5BwV9nI/AAAAAAAAAcY/SRTeMuP3Ja0/s1600/lan%25C3%25A7amentodegrazia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1e3O7OZCAZA/Trle5BwV9nI/AAAAAAAAAcY/SRTeMuP3Ja0/s400/lan%25C3%25A7amentodegrazia.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-769994205684730030?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/769994205684730030/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/11/jose-eduardo-degrazia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/769994205684730030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/769994205684730030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/11/jose-eduardo-degrazia.html' title='José Eduardo Degrazia'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1e3O7OZCAZA/Trle5BwV9nI/AAAAAAAAAcY/SRTeMuP3Ja0/s72-c/lan%25C3%25A7amentodegrazia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-1134492270882595982</id><published>2011-11-06T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T07:59:06.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ringo Starr</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ringo está chegando a Porto Alegre: faz show dia 10, no Gigantinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ótimo artigo sobre ele e sua trajetória musical no Diário de Santa Maria, escrito por meu irmão Eduardo Lenz de Macedo, pesquisador musical e autor do livro "Alto&amp;amp; Bom Som". Endereço: http://www.clicrbs.com.br/dsm/rs/impressa/4,1304,3550929,18305. Esclarecedora leitura!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cIHOGSkf-ls/Trat5V8Jo_I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/AlF9OTvCrYw/s1600/alto%2526bomsom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cIHOGSkf-ls/Trat5V8Jo_I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/AlF9OTvCrYw/s320/alto%2526bomsom.jpg" width="317" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;O livro está nas livrarias Bamboletras, Cultura, Estação dos Livros e Palavraria&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-1134492270882595982?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/1134492270882595982/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/11/ringo-starr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/1134492270882595982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/1134492270882595982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/11/ringo-starr.html' title='Ringo Starr'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cIHOGSkf-ls/Trat5V8Jo_I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/AlF9OTvCrYw/s72-c/alto%2526bomsom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-8134725104558920247</id><published>2011-11-05T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T15:01:19.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAIS DE CÍTARA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;As palavras aí de cima formam o belo título do 2º livro de poemas de Daniela Damaris. A poeta estará autografando amanhã, dia 6, na Feira do Livro de Porto Alegre. Vamos lá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BS6FhUKuG6c/TrU4dipOpDI/AAAAAAAAAbY/eAtToW-BWD8/s1600/aut%25C3%25B3grafosdani.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BS6FhUKuG6c/TrU4dipOpDI/AAAAAAAAAbY/eAtToW-BWD8/s400/aut%25C3%25B3grafosdani.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-8134725104558920247?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/8134725104558920247/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/11/cais-de-citara.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/8134725104558920247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/8134725104558920247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/11/cais-de-citara.html' title='CAIS DE CÍTARA'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BS6FhUKuG6c/TrU4dipOpDI/AAAAAAAAAbY/eAtToW-BWD8/s72-c/aut%25C3%25B3grafosdani.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-2162134885443165011</id><published>2011-11-04T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:57:58.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Butterflies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Borboletas Negras" é o filme de Paula van der Oest, sobre a poeta sul-africana Ingrid Jonker (1933-1965). Muito bom! Nelson Mandela leu um de seus poemas no Parlamento da África do Sul, no dia de sua posse, em 1994. Ingrid cometeu suicídio, aos 32 anos de idade, afogando-se no mar. É chamada por muitos de "a Sylvia Plath Sul-Africana".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uw7S19XV1yo/TrRfm_4oE-I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/nCvhVwQBYpQ/s1600/jonker_ingrid.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uw7S19XV1yo/TrRfm_4oE-I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/nCvhVwQBYpQ/s320/jonker_ingrid.jpg" width="252" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-2162134885443165011?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/2162134885443165011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/11/black-butterflies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/2162134885443165011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/2162134885443165011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/11/black-butterflies.html' title='Black Butterflies'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uw7S19XV1yo/TrRfm_4oE-I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/nCvhVwQBYpQ/s72-c/jonker_ingrid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-8904907532076311485</id><published>2011-11-01T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T11:42:01.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do livro ALGUMA POESIA, de Carlos Drummond de Andrade,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SENTIMENTAL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ponho-me a escrever teu nome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;com letras de macarrão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;No prato, a sopa esfria, cheia de escamas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;e debruçados na mesa todos contemplam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;esse romântico trabalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Desgraçadamente falta uma letra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;uma letra somente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;para acabar teu nome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;- Está sonhando? Olhe que a sopa esfria!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu estava sonhando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E há em todas as consciências um cartaz amarelo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Neste país é proibido sonhar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-8904907532076311485?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/8904907532076311485/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/11/do-livro-alguma-poesia-de-carlos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/8904907532076311485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/8904907532076311485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/11/do-livro-alguma-poesia-de-carlos.html' title='Do livro ALGUMA POESIA, de Carlos Drummond de Andrade,'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-3585228983404495373</id><published>2011-10-31T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T09:06:16.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DIA D!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;No dia de hoje, 31 de outubro, Carlos Drummond de Andrade estaria completando 102 anos de idade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O Instituto Moreira Salles criou o "Dia D", Dia de Drummond, a ser comemorado em todo o Brasil, seguindo o exemplo do "Bloomsday", que homanageia James Joyce na Irlanda e em várias partes do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E a Lú, da Livraria Bamboletras, aderiu ao projeto: faz um sarau hoje, às 18hs, no Shopping Nova Olaria.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pAJ2mkD1oec/Tq7HEMjDTiI/AAAAAAAAAaY/kLGqu4a1DFE/s1600/carlos+drummond.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pAJ2mkD1oec/Tq7HEMjDTiI/AAAAAAAAAaY/kLGqu4a1DFE/s200/carlos+drummond.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Estarei lá, juntamente com Laura Medina, Lenira Fleck, Liana Timm,Raul Pont, Renato de Mattos Motta, Ricardo Silvestrin e Sofia Cavedon, lendo poemas do livro A ROSA DO POVO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E viva Drummond!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-3585228983404495373?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/3585228983404495373/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/10/dia-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/3585228983404495373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/3585228983404495373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/10/dia-d.html' title='DIA D!!!'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pAJ2mkD1oec/Tq7HEMjDTiI/AAAAAAAAAaY/kLGqu4a1DFE/s72-c/carlos+drummond.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-4074917581555347550</id><published>2011-10-31T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T07:55:45.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SARAU LITERÁRIO ZONA SUL, na Feira do Livro!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Fotos de Sandra Mello, tiradas ontem, dia 30, na Tenda de Pasárgada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8zi8meHmHLs/Tq563ZAi4UI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/2vpBroC8pno/s1600/sarauzonasulnafeira2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8zi8meHmHLs/Tq563ZAi4UI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/2vpBroC8pno/s200/sarauzonasulnafeira2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Renato de Mattos Motta e eu&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6C3XbjaOKdI/Tq570tLR6QI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/G-eWD2q4-Ms/s1600/sarauliter%25C3%25A1riozonasulnafeira.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6C3XbjaOKdI/Tq570tLR6QI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/G-eWD2q4-Ms/s320/sarauliter%25C3%25A1riozonasulnafeira.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Na plateia estavam Liana Timm e Lenira Fleck &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bDMDDrm_oRs/Tq57mxiCPfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/DpHLfNNaAeY/s1600/sarauzonasulnafeira3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bDMDDrm_oRs/Tq57mxiCPfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/DpHLfNNaAeY/s320/sarauzonasulnafeira3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Renato foi meu convidado no sarau&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O tema do sarau foi "O Suspense na Poesia". Lemos Poe, Augusto dos Anjos, Lovecraft, Drummond, Quintana, Wislawa Szymborska,Paulo Seben, Renato de Mattos Motta e Caio de Matos Vital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pMd-uGcLte8/Tq57IWbRs-I/AAAAAAAAAaA/gmbXrgY4Rro/s1600/sarauzonasul4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pMd-uGcLte8/Tq57IWbRs-I/AAAAAAAAAaA/gmbXrgY4Rro/s200/sarauzonasul4.jpg" width="156" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu, bem "dark", em todos os sentidos&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Livro!'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8zi8meHmHLs/Tq563ZAi4UI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/2vpBroC8pno/s72-c/sarauzonasulnafeira2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-3337775289710354875</id><published>2011-10-30T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T05:40:30.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O SUSPENSE NA POESIA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wxTp2SpBXYM/Tq1EcsIXZHI/AAAAAAAAAZw/PWSeysrog8M/s1600/suspensenapoesia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wxTp2SpBXYM/Tq1EcsIXZHI/AAAAAAAAAZw/PWSeysrog8M/s400/suspensenapoesia.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CONTO AZUL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;Mario Quintana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Certa vez, tinha eu quinze anos, inventei uma história que principiava assim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"A primeira coisa que fazem os defuntos, depois de enterrados, é abrirem novamente os olhos".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas fiquei tão horrorizado com essa espantosa revelação que não me animei a seguir avante e a história gorou no berço, isto é, no túmulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-3337775289710354875?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/3337775289710354875/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-suspense-na-poesia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/3337775289710354875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Paulo Camargo) da 5ª edição do sarau AOS MESTRES COM CARINHO, no CEEE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O sarau aconteceu no dia 19/10, dentro do projeto QUARTA TEM SARAU NO QUARTO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Meu convidado foi o poeta José Eduardo Degrazia, e nossa leitura foi de sonetos de seu livro A FLOR FUGAZ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sryevV-iOKg/TqhFvHSekFI/AAAAAAAAAZY/ACvbMzlbsNo/s1600/degraziaeeunoceee8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sryevV-iOKg/TqhFvHSekFI/AAAAAAAAAZY/ACvbMzlbsNo/s320/degraziaeeunoceee8.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Degrazia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pnTXCXD3bf0/TqhF1x-HZwI/AAAAAAAAAZg/gRVCNWczTNQ/s1600/degraziaeeunoceee7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pnTXCXD3bf0/TqhF1x-HZwI/AAAAAAAAAZg/gRVCNWczTNQ/s320/degraziaeeunoceee7.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;eu&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ePzM6mnZXnk/TqhFbNmt4iI/AAAAAAAAAZI/lUVAfsN-_9A/s1600/degraziaeeunoceee3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ePzM6mnZXnk/TqhFbNmt4iI/AAAAAAAAAZI/lUVAfsN-_9A/s320/degraziaeeunoceee3.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;O poeta José Eduardo Degrazia e eu&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ha_LdiEmLIM/TqhF9WA4xCI/AAAAAAAAAZo/RkAT_KTbbw4/s1600/degraziaeeunoceee4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ha_LdiEmLIM/TqhF9WA4xCI/AAAAAAAAAZo/RkAT_KTbbw4/s320/degraziaeeunoceee4.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Na plateia, o poeta Armindo Trevisan&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fPF1drIE8bg/TqhFm3Y_s5I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/CBB9p-sBSUM/s1600/degraziaeeunoceee2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fPF1drIE8bg/TqhFm3Y_s5I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/CBB9p-sBSUM/s320/degraziaeeunoceee2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;o público&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-7822262644907333142?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A cegueira que carrego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;me acompanha desde o&amp;nbsp;princípio do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A&amp;nbsp;bengala que sustento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;uso-a para ler os hieróglifos das calçadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Os sons que ouço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;canções,vozes, ruídos de armadas&lt;br /&gt;mais numerosas que as pedras de Troia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;não passam de mágicas germinações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;em &amp;nbsp;mundos que vocês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;nem sabem que existem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Escuto o desmoronar dos incensos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;premonizo o&amp;nbsp;desejo das ninfas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;  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carícia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Caminho,corpo,cruzamentos&lt;br /&gt;têm delicadas cartografias.&lt;br /&gt;A voz é um pavio sonoro&lt;br /&gt;que me recita&lt;br /&gt;as intenções da alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Minha intuição é um vitrô gótico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;e abre portas de catedrais.&lt;br /&gt;É no sonho que fotografo imagens!&lt;br /&gt;Guardo na pele a cicatriz&lt;br /&gt;perfumada do teu olfato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Recebo pela correspondência dos ventos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;os diálogos da meteorologia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;trilhas de florestas encantadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;e a sensibilidade dos adivinhos.&lt;br /&gt;Meus olhos anoiteceram cedo&lt;br /&gt;e nunca houve amanhecer.&lt;br /&gt;Quem guia meus passos&lt;br /&gt;é um clarão:boreal&lt;br /&gt;lúdico,sobrenatural...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Élvio Vargas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1670070020"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1670070021"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-5977890889001758093?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' 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Alegre!'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mW0t1vHhS7o/TqWQqFFOcnI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nFlcg_TLUjE/s72-c/suspensenapoesia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-4322351223282809730</id><published>2011-10-19T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T04:28:01.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje tem Sarau no Quarto e Sarau Palavra Guia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-svqaq3J4QUM/Tp6xmqUhCDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/CpBOnzL2gsc/s1600/aosmestrescomcarinho5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-svqaq3J4QUM/Tp6xmqUhCDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/CpBOnzL2gsc/s640/aosmestrescomcarinho5.jpg" width="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Às 19hs, no CEEE, faço a 5ª edição do sarau &lt;i&gt;Aos Mestres com Carinho, &lt;/i&gt;com o poeta José Eduardo Degrazia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dz3DWKjjLJE/Tp6xufuF2fI/AAAAAAAAAY4/FHuMHGlIQj0/s1600/acergs2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 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sensitiva,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;caminho de sol, mais volta do que ida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;alimento de brisa volitiva,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;dourada carne doce e apetecida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;fruta marinha nos deuses votiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;de aras aéreas, estrela que convida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ao mais puro desejo em carne viva,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;para os olhos a canção inspirada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;e para as mãos, é casa e é conviva,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span 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type='text'>5ª edição do sarau AOS MESTRES COM CARINHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuwAMi20Xio/TpWq4Zlo77I/AAAAAAAAAYY/0_9smQbZO9c/s1600/saraucomdegrazia3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuwAMi20Xio/TpWq4Zlo77I/AAAAAAAAAYY/0_9smQbZO9c/s320/saraucomdegrazia3.JPG" width="207" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;No projeto QUARTA TEM SARAU NO QUARTO, meu convidado da próxima quarta, dia 19, será o poeta José Eduardo Degrazia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Vamos repetir uma dobradinha que já deu certo, no mínimo, em três momentos: recebi Degrazia no SARAU LITERÁRIO ZONA SUL, ainda em suas 1ªs edições, participamos de um encontro no festival PORTO ALEGRE DÁ POESIA em 2009 e, no mês de agosto passado, fizemos juntos a 3ª edição do sarau AOS MESTRES COM CARINHO, quando lemos poemas do mestre Pablo Neruda, de quem José Eduardo Degrazia traduziu diversos livros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Semana que vem, estaremos mostrando a poesia de seu mais recente livro, A FLOR FUGAZ, que Degrazia autografará no sarau, e é composto de 63 sonetos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Abaixo, uma palhinha do que vai ser apresentado, com o belo soneto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gosto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Gosto quando te aproximas de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;e me tocas com tuas mãos de prata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;e teus dedos de cristal e safira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;traçam no corpo medidas exatas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Gosto quando tua boca num sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;de pura água, cascata cristalina,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;me diz sou tua, na entrega e na partida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sendo amante, mulher e menina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Gosto quando o teu corpo me desperta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;uma ilusão de se amado sempre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;como ninguém amou ou foi amado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Gosto quando vais na hora matutina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;abrir janelas para a despedida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;e me dizes adeus inda despida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dia 19/10, às 19hs, no Centro Cultural CEEE Erico Verissimo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-8214642751774881720?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/8214642751774881720/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/10/5-edicao-do-sarau-aos-mestres-com.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/8214642751774881720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/8214642751774881720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/10/5-edicao-do-sarau-aos-mestres-com.html' title='5ª edição do sarau AOS MESTRES COM CARINHO'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuwAMi20Xio/TpWq4Zlo77I/AAAAAAAAAYY/0_9smQbZO9c/s72-c/saraucomdegrazia3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-2119808847318465973</id><published>2011-10-10T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T07:20:28.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Porto Poesia!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjQQ6Uculjk/TpL-DZNlO-I/AAAAAAAAAYU/YEb4XHO1q6Y/s1600/logoportopoesia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjQQ6Uculjk/TpL-DZNlO-I/AAAAAAAAAYU/YEb4XHO1q6Y/s1600/logoportopoesia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Faço sarau hoje, às 21:15, no CEEE Erico Verissimo, com o poeta Ricardo Silvestrin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Vai ter poesia e música!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Acompanhe na imprensa a programação de toda a semana. Porto Poesia 5, de 10 a 16 de outubro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-2119808847318465973?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/2119808847318465973/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/10/porto-poesia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/2119808847318465973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/2119808847318465973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/10/porto-poesia.html' title='Porto Poesia!!!'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjQQ6Uculjk/TpL-DZNlO-I/AAAAAAAAAYU/YEb4XHO1q6Y/s72-c/logoportopoesia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-6364223209827384355</id><published>2011-10-09T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T17:23:24.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eric Clapton (as fotos são de Eduardo Macedo).</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lembranças do show do "deus da guitarra" quinta passada, dia 06, em Porto Alegre!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DShVAz28WIY/TpImSsfojcI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Wdb1qVdBFWA/s1600/ericclapton2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DShVAz28WIY/TpImSsfojcI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Wdb1qVdBFWA/s320/ericclapton2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;cenário no vip lounge&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EazPz9Rn-_k/TpIm1gAQvSI/AAAAAAAAAYM/c-Bm7_AWU3E/s1600/ericclapton3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EazPz9Rn-_k/TpIm1gAQvSI/AAAAAAAAAYM/c-Bm7_AWU3E/s320/ericclapton3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;camiseta, livro e&amp;nbsp; cd oficiais da turnê&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FeIQ0G6L2KI/TpInTavaRZI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/BinC8jrQIIQ/s1600/ericclapton4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FeIQ0G6L2KI/TpInTavaRZI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/BinC8jrQIIQ/s320/ericclapton4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;cenário&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-6364223209827384355?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/6364223209827384355/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/10/eric-clapton.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/6364223209827384355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/6364223209827384355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/10/eric-clapton.html' title='Eric Clapton (as fotos são de Eduardo Macedo).'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DShVAz28WIY/TpImSsfojcI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Wdb1qVdBFWA/s72-c/ericclapton2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-159290297086273669</id><published>2011-10-08T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T19:19:49.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema de RICARDO SILVESTRIN, no livro "O Menos Vendido"</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Memórias de outras vidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; No cangaço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;vivia dando cagaço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;arrebentando cabaço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; à força, no laço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Era um macho de ferro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; de aço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Olhava o impossível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; e dizia faço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fora dali,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; era um fracasso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-159290297086273669?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/159290297086273669/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/10/poema-de-ricardo-silvestrin-no-livro-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/159290297086273669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/159290297086273669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/10/poema-de-ricardo-silvestrin-no-livro-o.html' title='Poema de RICARDO SILVESTRIN, no livro &quot;O Menos Vendido&quot;'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-3453923453964373741</id><published>2011-10-07T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T19:08:30.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Segunda, dia 10, começa o Porto Poesia!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É a 5ª edição do festival de poesia, criado e comandado pelo poeta Marco Celso Huffell Viola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Diversas programações&amp;nbsp; vão acontecer durante toda a semana, como palestras, debates, saraus, lançamento de livros, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O Porto Poesia inicia às 19:30hs de segunda, no Centro Cultural CEEE Erico Verissimo, com uma homenagem ao poeta Gilberto Wallace, por Ricardo Silvestrin. Wallace estará lançando seu novo livro de poemas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às 20:15hs, Homero Freitas fará palestra sobre Henrich Heine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E às 21:15, farei a 32ª edição do SARAU LITERÁRIO ZONA SUL, tendo como convidado o poeta e poET Ricardo Silvestrin. Vamos bater um papo, ler seus poemas do livro O MENOS VENDIDO, e Silvestrin vai mostrar algumas de suas composições, com voz e violão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PgFhPvh_IAs/To-vKRagdQI/AAAAAAAAAYE/aRqupDreZug/s1600/ricardosilvestrin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PgFhPvh_IAs/To-vKRagdQI/AAAAAAAAAYE/aRqupDreZug/s1600/ricardosilvestrin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A programação do Porto Poesia vai até domingo: de terça&amp;nbsp; a sexta, a partir das 18:30hs. Sábado e domingo, a partir das 16:30hs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-3453923453964373741?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/3453923453964373741/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/10/segunda-dia-10-comeca-o-porto-poesia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/3453923453964373741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/3453923453964373741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/10/segunda-dia-10-comeca-o-porto-poesia.html' title='Segunda, dia 10, começa o Porto Poesia!!!'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PgFhPvh_IAs/To-vKRagdQI/AAAAAAAAAYE/aRqupDreZug/s72-c/ricardosilvestrin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-1063130288757888427</id><published>2011-10-06T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T09:00:44.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O DEUS DA GUITARRA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YUkzlRncZq8/To3P7n6tX_I/AAAAAAAAAX8/PTOMDUKNsaA/s1600/eric.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YUkzlRncZq8/To3P7n6tX_I/AAAAAAAAAX8/PTOMDUKNsaA/s400/eric.jpg" width="307" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Já estou em contagem regressiva para ouvir e ver Eric Clapton!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Deverá ser um show maravilhoso!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;À noite, no estacionamento da Fiergs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-1063130288757888427?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/1063130288757888427/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-deus-da-guitarra.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/1063130288757888427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/1063130288757888427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-deus-da-guitarra.html' title='O DEUS DA GUITARRA!!!'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YUkzlRncZq8/To3P7n6tX_I/AAAAAAAAAX8/PTOMDUKNsaA/s72-c/eric.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-840045155825538300</id><published>2011-10-03T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T04:27:04.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excelente programa para o próximo sábado, dia 08, no Santander Cultural, a partir das 11:15hs!!! Realização do CELPCYRO, Centro de Estudos de Literatura e Psicanálise Cyro Martins.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rTr9q9eCSGY/ToongVihaLI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b62G-p5F_6s/s1600/programas%25C3%25A1bado.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rTr9q9eCSGY/ToongVihaLI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b62G-p5F_6s/s640/programas%25C3%25A1bado.bmp" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-840045155825538300?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/840045155825538300/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/10/excelente-programa-para-o-proximo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/840045155825538300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/840045155825538300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/10/excelente-programa-para-o-proximo.html' title='Excelente programa para o próximo sábado, dia 08, no Santander Cultural, a partir das 11:15hs!!! Realização do CELPCYRO, Centro de Estudos de Literatura e Psicanálise Cyro Martins.'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rTr9q9eCSGY/ToongVihaLI/AAAAAAAAAX4/b62G-p5F_6s/s72-c/programas%25C3%25A1bado.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-5212907102115728354</id><published>2011-10-01T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T16:02:15.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotos da 31ª edição do SARAU LITERÁRIO ZONA SUL, no dia 27/09.</title><content type='html'>As 4 primeiras fotos são de Daniela Craidy. As de Jorge Rein e Sidnei Schneider são de Ana Cristina Gonzales e a minha, lá embaixo, é de Sandra Melo Flor Poeta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-te-qLcER-64/ToeXuC_FHwI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/XqGLC9lC8RE/s1600/saraufoto2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-te-qLcER-64/ToeXuC_FHwI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/XqGLC9lC8RE/s1600/saraufoto2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;O ator Celso Sant'Anna e eu&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FVYFLgp8VXM/ToeX1dej1nI/AAAAAAAAAXU/tEx6cNMMLow/s1600/saraufoto3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FVYFLgp8VXM/ToeX1dej1nI/AAAAAAAAAXU/tEx6cNMMLow/s1600/saraufoto3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rosa doCarmo e Joel Moraes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vtQZp57LprE/ToeX9lx2BeI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Fc0jwl_-EJc/s1600/saraufoto4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vtQZp57LprE/ToeX9lx2BeI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Fc0jwl_-EJc/s1600/saraufoto4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;O público no sarau&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E5Xd63vGbiA/ToeYCJJKcXI/AAAAAAAAAXc/kr7NhByzuC0/s1600/saraufoto6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E5Xd63vGbiA/ToeYCJJKcXI/AAAAAAAAAXc/kr7NhByzuC0/s1600/saraufoto6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poeta José Eduardo Degrazia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wR8MHo5tGf8/ToeZCZyjAkI/AAAAAAAAAXg/ncX3Bvf13YQ/s1600/saraufestivo1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wR8MHo5tGf8/ToeZCZyjAkI/AAAAAAAAAXg/ncX3Bvf13YQ/s320/saraufestivo1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dramaturgo Jorge Rein&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kg67VYdpXrI/ToeZdjqD7hI/AAAAAAAAAXs/JIFjbjZCxko/s1600/saraufestivo3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kg67VYdpXrI/ToeZdjqD7hI/AAAAAAAAAXs/JIFjbjZCxko/s320/saraufestivo3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;eu&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KaMft8wyYYs/ToeZxyZlxHI/AAAAAAAAAX0/73cuebaTevI/s1600/saraufestivo2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KaMft8wyYYs/ToeZxyZlxHI/AAAAAAAAAX0/73cuebaTevI/s320/saraufestivo2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poeta Sidnei Schneider&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-5212907102115728354?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/5212907102115728354/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/10/fotos-da-31-edicao-do-sarau-literario.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/5212907102115728354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/5212907102115728354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/10/fotos-da-31-edicao-do-sarau-literario.html' title='Fotos da 31ª edição do SARAU LITERÁRIO ZONA SUL, no dia 27/09.'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-te-qLcER-64/ToeXuC_FHwI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/XqGLC9lC8RE/s72-c/saraufoto2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-3201945616080805413</id><published>2011-09-30T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T13:49:16.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paulo Seben, em "Poemas Podres".</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ORÉM &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Porém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; o verão se aproxima, e eu preciso te achar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qRBYhFTVMtw/ToYo9MQ019I/AAAAAAAAAXM/dwbAfm8JoIQ/s1600/pauloseben.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Eu não sei quem tu és, eu não sei onde estás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Só conheço as coxas que inventei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; pra sustentarem seios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; que vêm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; escondidos na &lt;i&gt;lycra&lt;/i&gt;, na renda, na seda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; o verão vem aí, e talvez eu me exceda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; meu bem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-3201945616080805413?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/3201945616080805413/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/09/paulo-seben-em-poemas-podres.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/3201945616080805413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/3201945616080805413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/09/paulo-seben-em-poemas-podres.html' title='Paulo Seben, em &quot;Poemas Podres&quot;.'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-8544799440176234782</id><published>2011-09-28T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T10:50:12.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOJE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xcYsdavrsp4/ToNeLwQdlSI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Z39Lnw4n-w4/s1600/renatoedocarmo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xcYsdavrsp4/ToNeLwQdlSI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Z39Lnw4n-w4/s640/renatoedocarmo.JPG" width="451" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-8544799440176234782?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/8544799440176234782/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/09/hoje.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/8544799440176234782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/8544799440176234782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/09/hoje.html' title='HOJE!!!'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xcYsdavrsp4/ToNeLwQdlSI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Z39Lnw4n-w4/s72-c/renatoedocarmo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-3516610353406345281</id><published>2011-09-27T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T20:04:39.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obrigada!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bela noite de poesia a de hoje, 27. Obrigada, mais uma vez, a Adroaldo Bauer, Angélica Rizzi, Celso Sant'Anna, Daniela Damaris, Jorge Rein, José Eduardo Degrazia, Juliana Meira, Paulo Roberto do Carmo, Renato de Mattos Motta e Sidnei Schneider. Obrigada também a Rosa do Carmo e Joel Moraes, pela música. Vera Spiess, grata pelas aquarelas. Ao público presente e participativo, obrigada. Foi uma delícia compartilhar a noite com vocês. Esta foi a 31ª edição do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;SARAU LITERÁRIO ZONA SUL. E, finalmente, um tim-tim para Daniela Craidy. Vida longa ao Iaiá Bistrô, que recebe o sarau com todo o carinho e atenção. Até a próxima!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-3516610353406345281?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/3516610353406345281/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/09/obrigada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/3516610353406345281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/3516610353406345281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/09/obrigada.html' 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type='text'>Mario Quintana, em "Espelho Mágico".</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DA ETERNA PROCURA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Só o desejo inquieto, que não passa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Faz o encanto da coisa desejada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E terminamos desdenhando a caça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_C5Ad6gDKw/ToC-LCsl98I/AAAAAAAAAXA/ImUNSByK6GM/s1600/marioquintana2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_C5Ad6gDKw/ToC-LCsl98I/AAAAAAAAAXA/ImUNSByK6GM/s1600/marioquintana2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pela doida aventura da caçada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DA DISCRIÇÃO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não te abras com teu amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Que ele um outro amigo tem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E o amigo de teu amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Possui amigos também...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DA CALÚNIA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sorri com tranquilidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Quando alguém te calunia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Quem sabe o que não seria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Se ele dissesse a verdade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-8930399840033012587?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/8930399840033012587/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/09/mario-quintana-em-espelho-magico.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/8930399840033012587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/8930399840033012587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/09/mario-quintana-em-espelho-magico.html' title='Mario Quintana, em &quot;Espelho Mágico&quot;.'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_C5Ad6gDKw/ToC-LCsl98I/AAAAAAAAAXA/ImUNSByK6GM/s72-c/marioquintana2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-8663843750969122143</id><published>2011-09-24T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T13:40:42.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarau AOS MESTRES COM CARINHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Fotos (de Paulo Camargo) da 4ª edição do sarau Aos Mestres com Carinho, "Estações do Sonho" (21/09), em homenagem a Élvio Vargas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d9EV761NKcc/Tn48A4J7XNI/AAAAAAAAAWw/yuOAXNsKKes/s1600/sarauelvio2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d9EV761NKcc/Tn48A4J7XNI/AAAAAAAAAWw/yuOAXNsKKes/s1600/sarauelvio2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;O poeta Élvio Vargas&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U13vsb879zM/Tn48Svz8LuI/AAAAAAAAAW0/_lm105LhcXQ/s1600/sarauelvio1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U13vsb879zM/Tn48Svz8LuI/AAAAAAAAAW0/_lm105LhcXQ/s1600/sarauelvio1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;eu&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7IkgmR3eh8/Tn49FQsDEEI/AAAAAAAAAW8/413kbYD_C3c/s1600/sarauelvio4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7IkgmR3eh8/Tn49FQsDEEI/AAAAAAAAAW8/413kbYD_C3c/s1600/sarauelvio4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A cantora Anabela Souto&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2DwFmd7CcPU/Tn48q2gjsjI/AAAAAAAAAW4/zj8cWR5_7H8/s1600/sarauelvio3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2DwFmd7CcPU/Tn48q2gjsjI/AAAAAAAAAW4/zj8cWR5_7H8/s1600/sarauelvio3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nós e o público que, mais tarde, lotou a sala O Retrato&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;De Élvio Vargas, poema do livro &lt;i&gt;Água do Sonho.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cais&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Magnífica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;é a paisagem que ficou presa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;no cais do olhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Insubmissa a pétala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;que no outro lado do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sonha novamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;pela adivinhação do aroma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Insolúvel e trêmula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;na sua amarga sentença&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;se descarna, invicta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;diante da brisa que sopra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;na haste dos desejos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-8663843750969122143?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/8663843750969122143/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AhXUrg2Uyr0/TnnJ32OuVgI/AAAAAAAAAWo/yve4tUyHFs0/s72-c/aosmestrescomcarinho4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-3394789269194773848</id><published>2011-09-20T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T05:13:12.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do poeta Élvio Vargas,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NyWSK_tzOOI/TniCb63GU5I/AAAAAAAAAWk/zNvfw7L5z6w/s1600/%25C3%25A9lvio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NyWSK_tzOOI/TniCb63GU5I/AAAAAAAAAWk/zNvfw7L5z6w/s1600/%25C3%25A9lvio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;poema que estará no roteiro do sarau &lt;i&gt;Aos Mestres com Carinho, &lt;/i&gt;amanhã, dia 21, no Centro Cultural CEEE Erico Verissimo. Élvio Vargas é meu convidado para a 4ª edição do sarau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zodíaco&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;ao Cando Delgado&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Adormeci profundamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;na margem extrema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;de todos os meus ciclos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A estação de minha preferência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;era um decanato de Libra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;nos outubros de Escorpião.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sempre tive um trânsito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;fatal, lúdico, sedutor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;pelos mistérios da lua cheia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Minha licantropia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;tinha um pacto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;com o fluxo das marés.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Aromas, paixões, pétalas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;frequentaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;com relativo assédio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;a rosa negra do meu ópio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Vivi na rotação máxima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;de cada signo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Extraí deles os elementos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;de solidão e contentamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;que foram urdindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;vagarosamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;o indecifrável horóscopo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;da minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-3394789269194773848?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/3394789269194773848/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/09/do-poeta-elvio-vargas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/3394789269194773848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/3394789269194773848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/09/do-poeta-elvio-vargas.html' title='Do poeta Élvio Vargas,'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NyWSK_tzOOI/TniCb63GU5I/AAAAAAAAAWk/zNvfw7L5z6w/s72-c/%25C3%25A9lvio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-1080234932425298949</id><published>2011-09-19T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T18:48:22.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garcia Lopes no Londrix.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O poeta, tradutor, compositor, cantor e violonista Rodrigo Garcia Lopes apresenta o show &lt;i&gt;Canções de Nós Mesmos, &lt;/i&gt;no Festival Literário Londrix, na quinta, dia 22, em Londrina. Junto dele, estará o multi-instrumentista André Siqueira (violão, baixo, viola, guitarra e flauta).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;O show é uma homenagem ao poeta americano Walt Whitman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pLNT40dlhtg/TnfwBinZJmI/AAAAAAAAAWg/l0MYVZ45sOk/s1600/rodrigonolondrix.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="395" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pLNT40dlhtg/TnfwBinZJmI/AAAAAAAAAWg/l0MYVZ45sOk/s400/rodrigonolondrix.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-1080234932425298949?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/1080234932425298949/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/09/garcia-lopes-no-londrix.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/1080234932425298949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/1080234932425298949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/09/garcia-lopes-no-londrix.html' title='Garcia Lopes no Londrix.'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pLNT40dlhtg/TnfwBinZJmI/AAAAAAAAAWg/l0MYVZ45sOk/s72-c/rodrigonolondrix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-4509681736082008758</id><published>2011-09-17T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T10:16:40.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna Akhmátova</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;CANÇÃO DE DESPEDIDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não ri e não cantei:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;fiquei o dia inteiro calada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mais do que tudo queria estar contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;de novo, desde o começo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Irrefletida primeira briga,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;absoluto e claro delírio;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;silenciosa, insensível, rápida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;nossa última refeição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ukfYuZjgAEc/TnTVb0DEA1I/AAAAAAAAAWc/bE0DjWnAF2I/s1600/annaakhm%25C3%25A1tova.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ukfYuZjgAEc/TnTVb0DEA1I/AAAAAAAAAWc/bE0DjWnAF2I/s320/annaakhm%25C3%25A1tova.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-4509681736082008758?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/4509681736082008758/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/09/anna-akhmatova.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/4509681736082008758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/4509681736082008758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/09/anna-akhmatova.html' title='Anna Akhmátova'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ukfYuZjgAEc/TnTVb0DEA1I/AAAAAAAAAWc/bE0DjWnAF2I/s72-c/annaakhm%25C3%25A1tova.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-6472873868565181237</id><published>2011-09-14T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T15:39:56.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QUARTA TEM SARAU NO QUARTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Na 4ª edição do sarau AOS MESTRES COM CARINHO, receberei o poeta Élvio Vargas, membro da Academia Rio-Grandense de Letras. Vamos conversar sobre sua criação poética e ler/dizer alguns de seus poemas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Anabela Souto participará, mostrando canções ligadas à temática de Élvio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o5myJXHMfYw/TnEsVDzMc6I/AAAAAAAAAWU/TI2UF8ssBEs/s1600/aosmestrescomcarinho4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o5myJXHMfYw/TnEsVDzMc6I/AAAAAAAAAWU/TI2UF8ssBEs/s640/aosmestrescomcarinho4.jpg" width="452" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-6472873868565181237?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/6472873868565181237/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/09/quarta-tem-sarau-no-quarto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/6472873868565181237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/6472873868565181237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/09/quarta-tem-sarau-no-quarto.html' title='QUARTA TEM SARAU NO QUARTO'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o5myJXHMfYw/TnEsVDzMc6I/AAAAAAAAAWU/TI2UF8ssBEs/s72-c/aosmestrescomcarinho4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-1385039317591401332</id><published>2011-09-14T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T12:25:23.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olga Savary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XGldrjS7Bnk/TnD9_cPwjzI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/gNZqDvwDPaA/s1600/olgasavary.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XGldrjS7Bnk/TnD9_cPwjzI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/gNZqDvwDPaA/s320/olgasavary.jpg" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ycatu *&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E assim vou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;com a fremente mão do mar em minhas coxas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Minha paixão? Uma armadilha de água,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;rápida como peixes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;lenta como medusas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;muda como ostras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;* Do tupi: água boa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-1385039317591401332?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/1385039317591401332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/09/olga-savary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/1385039317591401332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/1385039317591401332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/09/olga-savary.html' title='Olga Savary'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XGldrjS7Bnk/TnD9_cPwjzI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/gNZqDvwDPaA/s72-c/olgasavary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-240304894460798804</id><published>2011-09-08T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T09:13:50.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ricardo Darín</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-auBn7_gRIN0/TmjnO1etrqI/AAAAAAAAAWM/JCQd4DbwRkI/s1600/ricardodar%25C3%25ADn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-auBn7_gRIN0/TmjnO1etrqI/AAAAAAAAAWM/JCQd4DbwRkI/s320/ricardodar%25C3%25ADn.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez mais, gosto do cinema argentino. O filme UM CONTO CHINÊS, que estreou semana passada aqui em Porto Alegre, é mais uma prova da qualidade do cinema que os argentinos fazem de alguns anos para cá. Este filme é de Sebastián Borensztein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, o melhor de tudo mesmo, é o ator Ricardo Darín.&lt;br /&gt;Ele é quase que garantia de bom cinema: além de ser um excelente ator, é todo este charme que se vê aí ao lado!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-240304894460798804?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/240304894460798804/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/09/ricardo-darin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/240304894460798804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/240304894460798804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/09/ricardo-darin.html' title='Ricardo Darín'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-auBn7_gRIN0/TmjnO1etrqI/AAAAAAAAAWM/JCQd4DbwRkI/s72-c/ricardodar%25C3%25ADn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-8081426591398871220</id><published>2011-09-07T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T06:15:50.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FERREIRA GULLAR, "Em alguma parte alguma". (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;INSETO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um inseto é mais complexo que um poema&lt;br /&gt;Não tem autor&lt;br /&gt;Move-o uma obscura energia&lt;br /&gt;Um inseto é mais complexo que uma hidrelétrica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LcxPrmf0OE8/Tmds9734tqI/AAAAAAAAAWI/EIiJR-8h6y0/s1600/ferreiragullar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LcxPrmf0OE8/Tmds9734tqI/AAAAAAAAAWI/EIiJR-8h6y0/s320/ferreiragullar.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também mais complexo&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; que uma hidrelétrica&lt;br /&gt;é um poema&lt;br /&gt;(menos complexo que um inseto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e pode às vezes&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (o poema)&lt;br /&gt;com sua energia&lt;br /&gt;iluminar a avenida&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ou quem sabe&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; uma vida&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-8081426591398871220?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/8081426591398871220/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/09/ferreira-gullar-em-alguma-parte-alguma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/8081426591398871220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/8081426591398871220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/09/ferreira-gullar-em-alguma-parte-alguma.html' title='FERREIRA GULLAR, &quot;Em alguma parte alguma&quot;. (2010)'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LcxPrmf0OE8/Tmds9734tqI/AAAAAAAAAWI/EIiJR-8h6y0/s72-c/ferreiragullar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-3965704891633998530</id><published>2011-09-04T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T18:32:32.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POEMAS DE AMOR (1957), de Idea Vilariño.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D4xwVnOVraE/TmQkxzqEJPI/AAAAAAAAAWE/J8oq2R-QXyg/s1600/Idea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D4xwVnOVraE/TmQkxzqEJPI/AAAAAAAAAWE/J8oq2R-QXyg/s400/Idea.jpg" width="343" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Juan Carlos Onetti&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ENTRE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Entre tus brazos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;entre mis brazos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;entre las blandas sábanas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;entre la noche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;tiernos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;solos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;feroces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;entre la sombra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;entre las horas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;entre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;un antes y un después.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-3965704891633998530?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/3965704891633998530/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/09/poemas-de-amor-1957-de-idea-vilarino.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/3965704891633998530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/3965704891633998530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/09/poemas-de-amor-1957-de-idea-vilarino.html' title='POEMAS DE AMOR (1957), de Idea Vilariño.'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D4xwVnOVraE/TmQkxzqEJPI/AAAAAAAAAWE/J8oq2R-QXyg/s72-c/Idea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-660036154124474527</id><published>2011-09-04T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T17:58:09.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O passado e eu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V0MqPiG_vHA/TmQdzLTRpdI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Ioq3ehW_SaA/s1600/eueopassado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V0MqPiG_vHA/TmQdzLTRpdI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Ioq3ehW_SaA/s400/eueopassado.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um amigo me enviou esta foto, hoje. Em tempos de aniversário, uma certa melancolia...A década era a de 70.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V0MqPiG_vHA/TmQdzLTRpdI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Ioq3ehW_SaA/s1600/eueopassado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-660036154124474527?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/660036154124474527/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-passado-e-eu.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/660036154124474527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/660036154124474527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-passado-e-eu.html' title='O passado e eu!'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V0MqPiG_vHA/TmQdzLTRpdI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Ioq3ehW_SaA/s72-c/eueopassado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-210355530644314069</id><published>2011-09-03T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T13:08:04.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mario Vargas Llosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzikGpz4Qs8/TmKFhe4I-bI/AAAAAAAAAV8/zo7sO6ElHks/s1600/mariovargaslhosa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzikGpz4Qs8/TmKFhe4I-bI/AAAAAAAAAV8/zo7sO6ElHks/s1600/mariovargaslhosa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="354" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzikGpz4Qs8/TmKFhe4I-bI/AAAAAAAAAV8/zo7sO6ElHks/s400/mariovargaslhosa.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;No livro &lt;i&gt;Elogio da Madrasta, &lt;/i&gt;o personagem dom Rigoberto antecipa os prazeres do encontro amoroso com Lucrecia, sua esposa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Enquanto enrolava umas bolinhas de algodão na ponta de um grampo e as umedecia com água e sabão para limpar a cera acumulada no interior do ouvido, antecipou o que aqueles limpos funis ouviriam dentro de pouco, descendo dos seios para o umbigo da sua esposa. Ali não precisariam de esforço para surpreender a música secreta de Lucrecia, pois uma verdadeira sinfonia de sons líquidos e sólidos, prolongados e breves, difusos e nítidos, viria revelar-lhe a sua vida soterrada. Antecipou com gratidão como se emocionaria ao captar, através desses órgãos que agora escarvava com minucioso afeto, desembaraçando-os da película oleosa que periodicamente se formava neles, algo da existência secreta do seu corpo: glândulas, músculos, vasos sanguíneos,folículos, membranas, tecidos, filamentos, tubos, trompas, toda essa rica e sutil orografia biológica que jazia sob a tersa epiderme do abdômen de Lucrecia. "Amo tudo o que existe dentro ou fora dela", pensou. "Porque tudo nela é ou pode ser erógeno." " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-210355530644314069?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/210355530644314069/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/09/mario-vargas-llosa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/210355530644314069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/210355530644314069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/09/mario-vargas-llosa.html' title='Mario Vargas Llosa'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzikGpz4Qs8/TmKFhe4I-bI/AAAAAAAAAV8/zo7sO6ElHks/s72-c/mariovargaslhosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-7954962236642091992</id><published>2011-09-01T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T12:04:36.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thiago de Mello</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t7tW4C9jsuM/Tl_Utn4Uf2I/AAAAAAAAAV4/WQMFC6yvLuY/s1600/thiagodemello.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t7tW4C9jsuM/Tl_Utn4Uf2I/AAAAAAAAAV4/WQMFC6yvLuY/s320/thiagodemello.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que prazer conviver, mesmo que só um pouquinho, com o grande Thiago de Mello, aqui em Porto Alegre! Poesia, vinho, bom papo, poesia novamente! Obrigada, Thiago!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dele, o poema, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TEMO POR MEUS OLHOS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Temo por meus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;diante das puras vestes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E no entretanto, desejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Temor que sugere o epílogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;de ser cântaro partido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ao lado de fonte pródiga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A não contemplar, prefiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;definitiva cegueira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não como os homens cegos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;mas como os pés das crianças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;que são cegos, caminhando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-7954962236642091992?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/7954962236642091992/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/09/thiago-de-mello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/7954962236642091992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/7954962236642091992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/09/thiago-de-mello.html' title='Thiago de Mello'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t7tW4C9jsuM/Tl_Utn4Uf2I/AAAAAAAAAV4/WQMFC6yvLuY/s72-c/thiagodemello.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-3852873830246189348</id><published>2011-08-31T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T15:18:50.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marta Penter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r9LbQIK0lA8/Tl6CekhpTrI/AAAAAAAAAVw/BRU7vzcW_uQ/s1600/exposi%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3omartapenter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r9LbQIK0lA8/Tl6CekhpTrI/AAAAAAAAAVw/BRU7vzcW_uQ/s1600/exposi%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3omartapenter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r9LbQIK0lA8/Tl6CekhpTrI/AAAAAAAAAVw/BRU7vzcW_uQ/s400/exposi%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3omartapenter.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pois é, minha amiga, a maravilhosa artista plástica Marta Penter estará em Nova York,&amp;nbsp; no endereço do convite acima, no Soho, expondo 13 telas a óleo e 4 aquarelas, de grandes dimensões, na série que ela intitulou de &lt;i&gt;Otium, &lt;/i&gt;palavra latina para ócio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O trabalho atual nasceu da série "Intimidade Compartilhada", exposição feita na Bolsa de Arte de Porto Alegre, onde Marta é artista, e apresentada em São Francisco, Califórnia, em 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;No catálogo da presente mostra, lê-se em certo momento: "O que verdadeiramente distingue Penter como artista, é sua habilidade de engajar o espectador em um diálogo íntimo. Explicando sua preferência por telas de grandes proporções, ela menciona seu desejo de fazer o espectador mergulhar inteiramente em cada quadro - não apenas para retratar a intimidade no sentido literal, mas também para recriar a energia de cada tela. Como escreveu a professora e crítica de arte Paula Ramos sobre Penter, "É o humano que a toca e instiga; o humano é a essência de seu pensamento e de seu trabalho." Este profundo senso de humanidade, esta profunda celebração da existência do outro, irradia-se de cada um de seus quadros. Como um antídoto a um mundo de comunicação crescentemente acelerada e distante, o &lt;i&gt;Otium&lt;/i&gt; de Marta Penter relembra-nos a importância da tranquilidade, das relações pessoais e da empatia."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0f7nl9k2GTU/Tl6GovcHr6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/qk2wmY3V1CQ/s1600/martaemseuest%25C3%25BAdio.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0f7nl9k2GTU/Tl6GovcHr6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/qk2wmY3V1CQ/s400/martaemseuest%25C3%25BAdio.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marta em seu ateliê&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Marta "Painter", muito sucesso e "good luck" na Big Apple! Beijo pra ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Site da Marta: www.martapenter.com.br &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-3852873830246189348?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/3852873830246189348/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/08/marta-penter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/3852873830246189348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/3852873830246189348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/08/marta-penter.html' title='Marta Penter'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r9LbQIK0lA8/Tl6CekhpTrI/AAAAAAAAAVw/BRU7vzcW_uQ/s72-c/exposi%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3omartapenter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-7324423453213434904</id><published>2011-08-29T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T13:40:40.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thiago de Mello</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O grande poeta amazonense estará em Porto Alegre no dia 1º de setembro, participando do sarau de Renato de Mattos Motta. Imperdível!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s7PmcdXu1eQ/Tlu-DHsr44I/AAAAAAAAAVs/kbwvZc1QV64/s1600/Flyer%252BThiago%252Bde%252BMello.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s7PmcdXu1eQ/Tlu-DHsr44I/AAAAAAAAAVs/kbwvZc1QV64/s640/Flyer%252BThiago%252Bde%252BMello.jpg" width="451" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-7324423453213434904?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/7324423453213434904/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/08/thiago-de-mello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/7324423453213434904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/7324423453213434904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/08/thiago-de-mello.html' title='Thiago de Mello'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s7PmcdXu1eQ/Tlu-DHsr44I/AAAAAAAAAVs/kbwvZc1QV64/s72-c/Flyer%252BThiago%252Bde%252BMello.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-4929818375614277434</id><published>2011-08-28T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T06:15:03.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do livro abaixo, poema de Berenice Sica Lamas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SRA1JfZ9OS8/Tlo78ky9gxI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ExF25bv06Aw/s1600/berenicesicalamas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SRA1JfZ9OS8/Tlo78ky9gxI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ExF25bv06Aw/s320/berenicesicalamas.jpg" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na solidão das palavras&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; me confundo descalça&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; sem pés&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; o espírito assopra&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; me dilacera&lt;br /&gt;sombra que ajuda a perder-se&lt;br /&gt;curso d'água errante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extravio-me&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; de mim&lt;br /&gt;soçobro baralhada feito carta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ondas de fogo&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; me caruncham&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; e o gelo pertinaz&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; de sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gestos estranhos a mim&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; se perdem no bosque&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; das palavras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; um pavor de não ser eu mesma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-4929818375614277434?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/4929818375614277434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/08/do-livro-abaixo-poema-de-berenice-sica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/4929818375614277434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/4929818375614277434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/08/do-livro-abaixo-poema-de-berenice-sica.html' title='Do livro abaixo, poema de Berenice Sica Lamas'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SRA1JfZ9OS8/Tlo78ky9gxI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ExF25bv06Aw/s72-c/berenicesicalamas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-7949219806668157493</id><published>2011-08-25T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T10:15:07.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Florbela Espanca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bRStqk6mZMg/TlaA91cRJyI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Hr438Qrk_7Y/s1600/Florbela-Espanca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bRStqk6mZMg/TlaA91cRJyI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Hr438Qrk_7Y/s320/Florbela-Espanca.jpg" width="277" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O meu mal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A meu Irmão&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu tenho lido em mim, sei-me de cor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu sei o nome ao meu estranho mal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu sei que fui a renda dum vitral,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que fui cipreste, e caravela, e dor! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Fui tudo que no mundo há de maior,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Fui cisne, e lírio, e águia, e catedral!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E fui, talvez, um verso de Nerval,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ou um cínico riso de Chamfort...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Fui a heráldica flor de agrestes cardos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Deram as minhas mãos aroma aos nardos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Deu cor ao eloendro a minha boca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ah! De Boabdil fui lágrima na Espanha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E foi de lá que eu trouxe esta ânsia estranha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mágoa não sei de quê! Saudade louca!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-7949219806668157493?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/7949219806668157493/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/08/florbela-espanca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/7949219806668157493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/7949219806668157493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/08/florbela-espanca.html' title='Florbela Espanca'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bRStqk6mZMg/TlaA91cRJyI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Hr438Qrk_7Y/s72-c/Florbela-Espanca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-1340768528777855033</id><published>2011-08-23T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T10:08:02.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMANHÃ, QUARTA, TEM SARAU NO QUARTO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZF7IMAQFRHg/TlPczv-ys4I/AAAAAAAAAVg/pAOQHcGhGQI/s1600/renatoedaniela.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZF7IMAQFRHg/TlPczv-ys4I/AAAAAAAAAVg/pAOQHcGhGQI/s640/renatoedaniela.jpg" width="451" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;De Daniela Damaris, no livro "Lótus".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dueto urbano&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mais um entre tantos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tão comum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tão insensível!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tão estupidamente cinza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Apenas mais um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;entre tantos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Substituível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Paralelepípedo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-1340768528777855033?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/1340768528777855033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/08/amanha-quarta-tem-sarau-no-quarto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/1340768528777855033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/1340768528777855033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/08/amanha-quarta-tem-sarau-no-quarto.html' title='AMANHÃ, QUARTA, TEM SARAU NO QUARTO!!!'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZF7IMAQFRHg/TlPczv-ys4I/AAAAAAAAAVg/pAOQHcGhGQI/s72-c/renatoedaniela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-6810927519665449250</id><published>2011-08-20T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T13:55:26.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais um poema de Barreto Poeta. Lindo poema!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;FELIZ PÓS-ANIVERSÁRIO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ah, a minha/nossa Cris menina,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;chega em casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;soterrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;pelas braçadas de versos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;em flores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sufocada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;em perfumes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;e amores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;na noite fria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;chuvosa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;que em sua companhia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;fez-se de flores mimosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;da mais pura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Poesia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Feliz pós-aniversário, Cris menina!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Do amigo, Barreto &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-6810927519665449250?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/6810927519665449250/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/08/mais-um-poema-de-barreto-poeta-lindo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/6810927519665449250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/6810927519665449250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/08/mais-um-poema-de-barreto-poeta-lindo.html' title='Mais um poema de Barreto Poeta. Lindo poema!'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-322767315582350608</id><published>2011-08-20T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T13:42:08.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quanta poesia! Obrigada, Barreto Poeta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-njCdVP1bg1Y/TlAan_MPB_I/AAAAAAAAAVc/iRRpCuJz9mY/s1600/barreto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-njCdVP1bg1Y/TlAan_MPB_I/AAAAAAAAAVc/iRRpCuJz9mY/s320/barreto.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Barreto Poeta&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ÁGUA DE VERSOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Para minha querida amiga,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Cris/Tina Macedo &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ah, minha/nossa Cris,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;bela tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;de versos diversos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;transbordantes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;e em versos mergulhada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Amiga, almejo-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;abundantes patuás,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;rezas fortes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;saravás,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;e toda sorte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;de boas figas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;De emoção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;fiz estes versos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;e de emoção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;mais não pude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;em emoção submerso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Meu beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;de amizade escancarada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;é meu almejo e atitude;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que tu sejas preservada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;em água de versos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;e saúde!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Um beijo grande, um abraço carinhoso.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Salve 19/08/2011!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Flávio Barreto &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-322767315582350608?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/322767315582350608/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/08/quanta-poesia-obrigada-barreto-poeta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/322767315582350608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/322767315582350608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/08/quanta-poesia-obrigada-barreto-poeta.html' title='Quanta poesia! Obrigada, Barreto Poeta!'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-njCdVP1bg1Y/TlAan_MPB_I/AAAAAAAAAVc/iRRpCuJz9mY/s72-c/barreto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-394856674657102927</id><published>2011-08-20T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T05:49:44.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obrigada, Adroaldo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rM9r7qpSxns/Tk-o_Eq6NoI/AAAAAAAAAVY/aTrAKrrnox4/s1600/adroaldobauer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rM9r7qpSxns/Tk-o_Eq6NoI/AAAAAAAAAVY/aTrAKrrnox4/s1600/adroaldobauer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dois poemas de Adroaldo Bauer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;pra Cristina Macedo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um ano novo teu, Cristina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Uma nova pessoa de novo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Uma vida nova ainda mais feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;de saúde preservada, Cris,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;assim te queremos, o povo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;És a poesia viva! Em pelo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A de há muito e a nova,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;a renovada, a reformada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;preservada por teu zelo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; Um novo ano, de vida larga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;De produção sempre fértil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que boa recompensa traga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sê sempre fecunda e loquaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dê-nos a marcante presença tua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Expõe as marcas da alma na rua!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Por um singelo olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;pra Cristina Macedo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Do azul profundo dos olhos teus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Uma visão pouco cândida bastaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pra levar ao fim do mundo a boa nova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que vale, então, a vida, toda a prova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;19/08/2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-394856674657102927?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/394856674657102927/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/08/obrigada-adroaldo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/394856674657102927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/394856674657102927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/08/obrigada-adroaldo.html' title='Obrigada, Adroaldo!'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rM9r7qpSxns/Tk-o_Eq6NoI/AAAAAAAAAVY/aTrAKrrnox4/s72-c/adroaldobauer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-8725088424654129080</id><published>2011-08-19T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T09:20:17.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ANIVERSÁRIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O título aí acima, é do poema que meu amigo e grande poeta PAULO ROBERTO DO CARMO escreveu para mim, e leu, ontem, no Sarau Literário Zona Sul! Fiquei genuinamente emocionada. Muito obrigada, do Carmo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Para&amp;nbsp; Cristina Macedo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;No dia do teu aniversário,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;o que podes fazer com a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sem perder o tempo e a esperança,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;antes que rechinem os velhos sapatos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;No dia do teu aniversário,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;como podes interpelar o coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sem calar o pranto que não estanca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;o amor que ainda canta de tão ausente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;No dia do teu aniversário,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;como podes sossegar a saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sem agarrar a hora que passa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;a lágrima que aflora, o fugitivo futuro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;No dia do teu aniversário,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;como podes suportar o martelo dos dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sem dizer a palavra que espera o abraço -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;e do voo levitante das abelhas, uma prece?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;No dia do teu aniversário,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;como podes conhecer a paixão que não tem cura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sem ouvir a incessante voz que te chama,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;a loucura passageira de todos os sonhos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Com o abraço de Feliz Aniversário&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; do Carmo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 19/08/11&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-8725088424654129080?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-3410337522435027574</id><published>2011-08-18T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T13:41:37.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MARIO QUINTANA no sarau de hoje!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W0ZuVo3SBXk/Tk13y-OJTBI/AAAAAAAAAVU/nLjUeGqBizc/s1600/marioquintana.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="141" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W0ZuVo3SBXk/Tk13y-OJTBI/AAAAAAAAAVU/nLjUeGqBizc/s200/marioquintana.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O UMBIGO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O teu querido umbiguinho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Doce ninho do meu beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Capital do meu Desejo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Em suas dobras misteriosas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ouço a voz da natureza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Num eco doce e profundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não só o centro de um corpo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Também o centro do mundo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-3410337522435027574?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W0ZuVo3SBXk/Tk13y-OJTBI/AAAAAAAAAVU/nLjUeGqBizc/s72-c/marioquintana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-1282130235437501585</id><published>2011-08-18T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T09:14:46.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ontem, dia 17, no sarau AOS MESTRES COM CARINHO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zKpH6SHwq2E/Tk028MlOBrI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1_v3oYmkUS4/s1600/saraucomdegrazia2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zKpH6SHwq2E/Tk028MlOBrI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1_v3oYmkUS4/s320/saraucomdegrazia2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poeta, escritor e tradutor José Eduardo Degrazia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f9zs-tzNInQ/Tk03CcckulI/AAAAAAAAAVE/pwe8FtGRMG8/s1600/saraucomdegrazia1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img 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center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YrbAcpkJKF8/Tk03k47iGnI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/YBsDVnxy3d8/s1600/saraucomdegrazia5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YrbAcpkJKF8/Tk03k47iGnI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/YBsDVnxy3d8/s320/saraucomdegrazia5.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;José Eduardo Degrazia e eu&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4V_eMYgINHg/Tk03YR0O0qI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4rS7Q_Kq0c4/s1600/saraucomdegrazia4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4V_eMYgINHg/Tk03YR0O0qI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4rS7Q_Kq0c4/s320/saraucomdegrazia4.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;O público no sarau&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As fotos são do jornalista Paulo Camargo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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CARINHO!!!'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zKpH6SHwq2E/Tk028MlOBrI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1_v3oYmkUS4/s72-c/saraucomdegrazia2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-3972196297412480629</id><published>2011-08-18T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T04:01:32.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>É HOJE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-6769224290043706626</id><published>2011-08-16T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T11:20:39.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QUARTA TEM SARAU NO QUARTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Na 1ª edição do sarau AOS MESTRES COM CARINHO, em junho de 2011, eu lia BENEDETTI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LfOm6OnO_Fo/Tkqv7iAGZQI/AAAAAAAAAU4/J2ewa5mcgwA/s1600/benedettieeu.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LfOm6OnO_Fo/Tkqv7iAGZQI/AAAAAAAAAU4/J2ewa5mcgwA/s400/benedettieeu.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Foto de Paulo Camargo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-6769224290043706626?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/6769224290043706626/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/08/quarta-tem-sarau-no-quarto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/6769224290043706626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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NO QUARTO AMANHÃ, com PABLO NERUDA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-noHf7N-9hGE/Tkqkb8pwq7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/kUtd7-FYisw/s1600/aosmestrescomcarinho3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-noHf7N-9hGE/Tkqkb8pwq7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/kUtd7-FYisw/s640/aosmestrescomcarinho3.jpg" width="452" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Do poeta chileno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;VEINTE POEMAS DE AMOR Y UNA CANCIÓN DESESPERADA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te toca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Parece que los ojos se te hubieran volado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;y parece que un beso te cerrara la boca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Como todas las cosas están llenas de mi alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;emerges de las cosas, llena del alma mía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mariposa de sueño, te pareces a mi alma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;y te pareces a la palabra melancolía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Me gustas cuando callas y estás como distante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Y estás como quejándote, mariposa en arrullo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te alcanza:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;déjame que me calle con el silencio tuyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Déjame que te hable también con tu silencio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;claro como una lámpara, simple como un anillo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eres como la noche, callada y constelada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tu silencio es de estrella, tan lejano y sencillo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Distante y dolorosa como si hubieras muerto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Una palabra entonces, una sonrisa bastan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Y estoy alegre, alegre de que no sea cierto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-4366074512792629839?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/4366074512792629839/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/08/sarau-no-quarto-amanha-com-pablo-neruda.html#comment-form' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-6910122694776966720</id><published>2011-08-12T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T08:19:47.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PABLO NERUDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O poema abaixo faz parte do livro &lt;i&gt;Neruda para Jovens, &lt;/i&gt;Antologia Poética, edição bilíngue, com tradução de José Eduardo Degrazia, Editora José Olympio, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-6910122694776966720?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/6910122694776966720/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662870346291226285.post-5763670765536061125</id><published>2011-08-12T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T13:08:04.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PABLO NERUDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tOXGi6opj1s/TkWGjyCp0kI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Vdyp572ij9E/s1600/neruda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tOXGi6opj1s/TkWGjyCp0kI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Vdyp572ij9E/s1600/neruda.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;FAREWELL E OS SOLUÇOS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAREWELL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não se encantarão meus olhos nos teus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;já não se adoçará junto a ti a minha dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas até onde eu for levarei teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;e até onde fores levarás minha dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui teu, e foste minha. Mais? Juntos fizemos&lt;br /&gt;um desvio no caminho onde o amor passou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui teu, e foste minha. Serás de quem te ame,&lt;br /&gt;de quem colha no teu horto o que eu plantei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu me vou. Estou triste: mas sempre estou triste.&lt;br /&gt;Venho dos teus braços. Não sei para onde vou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Desde teu coração diz-me adeus uma criança.&lt;br /&gt;E eu digo a ela, adeus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Um dos poemas que lerei no sarau do dia 17, no CEEE).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662870346291226285-5763670765536061125?l=cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/feeds/5763670765536061125/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/08/pablo-neruda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/5763670765536061125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662870346291226285/posts/default/5763670765536061125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cris-cristinamacedo.blogspot.com/2011/08/pablo-neruda.html' title='PABLO NERUDA'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06370680258687753682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMKs1Ex3QOs/TZyhV6KNs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cg4wtsyPKFo/s220/Imagem%2B005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tOXGi6opj1s/TkWGjyCp0kI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Vdyp572ij9E/s72-c/neruda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
